I don't know how to make this right
Or turn your darkness into light
I'm just tired of pretending
To everyone that we're all right
I wish you came with a book of rules
A master plan or a box of tools
A little learner's guide that I could use
But you don't so lets say good night
Then the bomb goes off
And the shit hits the fan
I think it gets you off
Twist the knife, kick the can
I never thought I'd be here again
It's like a trip and I am on cocaine
You'd think by now I'd know better
But I just keep chasing hurricanes
So I pack my bags and walk
I've got nothing left to lose
Baby I'm just done
I did my time, paid my dues
I don't know how to make this right
Or turn this darkness into light
I'm just so tired of pretending
And I'm done with chasing hurricanes
Yeah I'm done with chasing hurricanes
Yes I'm done with chasing, hurricanes