Call Off Your Lapdog

You can’t rely on the weather man
Whether or not he’s right, you’re wrong.
You look, I stare, we call it there
It’s getting late.
For you to go to bed,
And I’ll go out.
It rains it pours, it floods our doors.
It silences eyes, and waits for more. You know.
You’ve got to trust your, your own instinct.
Cause you can hear so much more when you speak.