Apartment Weather

[Intro] [Verse 1] Cracks in the paint like tiny fault lines Coffee gone cold on the counter this time Rain at the window keeps spelling your name Drips down the glass, then blurs it again Dishes stack up like unfinished thoughts Mail on the table never gets bought Forecast outside says “clearing by noon” But thunder is pacing the length of this room [Pre Chorus] Ceiling fan spinning, picking a mood Warm one minute, then suddenly blue Every small silence is changing the air Pressure keeps building in corners and chairs [Chorus] Apartment weather, always changing Clouds in the kitchen, sun in the sink Apartment weather, rearranging Storm in the hallway, fog when we think You check the window, I check my heart Both of us waiting for something to start [Verse 2] Your jacket sleeps on the back of my chair Smells like the last time you were really here News in the background talks heat waves and drought I feel the cold front when you shut me out Plants by the sill tilt their heads to the light We do the same on opposite sides Laugh in the bedroom, argue by door Same four walls with a rotating storm [Pre Chorus] Mismatched socks on the radiator Trying to dry out this whole behavior Every small gesture is shifting the sky Humidity climbing each time that you sigh [Chorus] Apartment weather, always changing Clouds in the kitchen, sun in the sink Apartment weather, rearranging Storm in the hallway, fog when we think You check the window, I check my heart Both of us waiting for something to start [Bridge] If there was a map for this tiny place It would show fault lines under our plates High pressure zones where we never speak Low pressure nights when nobody sleeps We draw isobars with our feet on the floor Pretend it is stable, then slam the door Maybe tomorrow a front will come through Clear out the dust and the ghost of you [Chorus] Apartment weather, always changing Clouds in the kitchen, sun in the sink Apartment weather, rearranging Storm in the hallway, fog when we think You check the window, I check my heart Both of us waiting for something to start [Outro] I turn the sound down on the evening news Outside is clearing, in here we bruise Somewhere a city is bright and warm In this apartment, we stay the storm