Hysterical

Lyrics by Alec Ounsworth

Here comes the newest apparition 
To set fire to all the flowers 
Now I should have known it was you who would call 
When vainly I escaped into the ever-changing rapids 
To your boat with a sign which read “get in and hold on.”

Hysterical 
Calls for luck 
Heal the weak 
We should just grow up

And so I hid behind the dishes in the night 
Until you woke to find me trembling like an emasculated dog 
There is no sense in even trying to track the weather pattern 
Is it better to leave than to blindly hold on?

Hysterical . . .

Let me out 
Of the rain 
Let me down 
I want to make my last mistake

Hysterical . . .