Perfect Weather For Falling Apart

[Verse 1]
Grey sky coffee in a chipped mug
Hair in a knot
Same old sweatshirt
Rain tapping out its little grudges
On my cracked-up bedroom window
[Pre-Chorus]
I scroll past everybody’s perfect days
In this dim blue light
I’m wide awake
If the sun showed up
I’d call in sick
But this clouded chaos feels just right (yeah)
[Chorus]
It’s perfect weather for falling apart
Dripping ceilings
Leaking heart
Let it pour
Let it stain my thoughts
’Cause I come alive when the sky looks lost
Yeah
Perfect weather for falling apart
Cold wind
Warm brain
Torn-up chart
Every drop drawing maps on my arm
I’m not okay
But it feels like art
[Verse 2]
Bus stop puddles on my sneakers
Headphones loud
But I hear thunder
Traffic crawling like my feelings
Every red light lasts forever
[Pre-Chorus]
I could fake a smile
Chase some neon plans
But I’d rather let the darkness hold my hands
If the clouds break open
I might too
So let the whole town drown in this mood (hey)
[Chorus]
It’s perfect weather for falling apart
Dripping ceilings
Leaking heart
Let it pour
Let it stain my thoughts
’Cause I come alive when the sky looks lost
Yeah
Perfect weather for falling apart
Cold wind
Warm brain
Torn-up chart
Every drop drawing maps on my arm
I’m not okay
But it feels like art
[Bridge]
Call me tragic
Call me strange (so strange)
But I like the way the world looks grey
All my freckles
All my flaws
Show up sharper in the fog
[Chorus]
It’s perfect weather for falling apart
Dripping ceilings
Leaking heart
Let it pour
Let it stain my thoughts
’Cause I come alive when the sky looks lost
Yeah
Perfect weather for falling apart
Cold wind
Warm brain
Torn-up chart
Every crack in this soaked-up town
Feels like home when the rain pours down (oh)
Perfect weather for falling apart

rock, Gritty pop-punk / alt rock with female vocals; palm-muted guitars in the verses over roomy ambient pads, then drums crash in on the chorus with driving toms and fuzzed bass. Reverb-washed lead lines weave through the gloom, hooky gang-vocal shouts on the title line, final chorus strips to vocal and pad before the full band slams back in for the last hit., alternative rock, pop punk, ambient, pop, punk