Cyclone by Pinegrove

If it's better, then why am I crying?
Why am I so stuck with grief
About this one way things could be?
Why am I so stuck together?
And I fixate on the same cyclone now
How's that settle anything?
And how will it end?

Cause it's been in my head for a long time
And it feels wrong
I don't want it anymore, ah
It spun in my head for a long time.

If it's better, I mean it's improved
Not that it's fine, not that I'm mad
It's more that I want to be precise
Well alright
When it visits unbidden in the night
An' I know I'm gonna cry
I know you're trying to help
But I don't need you right now, or ever again.

Get out of my head
Get out of my mind
And it feels wrong
It feels wrong
And I don't want it anymore, no
It spun in my head for a long time.