Spitting In The Wind

It never rained in LA the whole year that I lived here
But all day today it’s pissing down a steady rain
And Rosa was late, snuck in through the side door
She hugged me so hard, I thought my ribs were gonna break

Yea I’ve had a few drinks to steady the nerves
Rosa could tell, I’ve been slurring my words
She seems worried about me again
I’m spitting in the wind

Staring down at my hand when it cramps up in Grapefruit
It gets stiff when it's cold out, it failed me again
They pulled out the pins at Samaritan last month
A lifetime of bad luck. Ain’t been the same since

And I see the suits in the halogen glow
Spilling their drinks, talking over the show
I feel the storm under my skin
I’m spitting in the wind

Fuck building a bridge
I’m burning it down
I’ll see you in the water

Call the label a grift
I curse Eric out
Its a fucking disaster

The whole band is pissed
They’re letting me drown
I led them to slaughter

Fuck building a bridge
I’m burning it down
I’ll see you in the water

Rosa musta split
Nowhere to be found
The rooms getting darker

My voice sounds like shit
I’m blowing it out
I’ll see you in the water