Would you be my hurricane?

Screw me over,
torn me apart,
blow away all my roofs,
put me inside out,
destroy me.

I've waited a thousand years
for the perfect storm:
now I'm ready to take fire,
if you know what I mean.

I pretend to see your hair through the window
and it seems like forever ago.
Something keeps poundin' inside,
don't ask me why,
I don't have the fuckin' answers yet.

Run, motherfucker, run.
The end of the world is comin'.