Weather Patterns

Maybe that jacket that I used to wear
The one that I could let my hair down with
Well, it ain’t me anymore
Maybe the patches all wore paper thin
The pins were rubbed down to nothing
And it don’t fit right anymore

What if every band was someone else
Telling me to lend my little ear?
And what if every friend was just a hoax
Ghosts that tend to linger out of fear?

Maybe if I’m quiet hard enough
Patient long enough
Or if I just get tough enough
All of the let down, loveless eyes will be enough

They’ll be enough again

But I’ve grown despondent lately
I think I’m going crazy
My friends all seem to hate me
But I guess that’ll have to be enough again