Dear Small Hurricane,

With all your troubles on your mind
you're looking right through me
I'm letting myself down
satisfying you

And I wish that you could see
I have my troubles too...

There are so many things I wish I could make disappear. Trouble is, I can't pick the right ones. I could make you disappear if I wanted to. But I don't. Do I? 

I won't wish you away. There are others out there doing that for me, so I won't. 

But if I could go back, that's the first thing I would do, I swear. 

After that?

I don't know what I would change.