Pressure Front

I've got a headache I left you in bed, feeling I was upset with you And left the house without a goodbye The city's miserable when the weather's grey I see it in the postures of people on the sidewalks There's tension in every face, neck and shoulder From withstanding barometric weight There must be more fights on days like these People snapping at each other over the nothings I'm mean when the atmosphere leans into me I try to remember I don't feel this way And rationally tell myself not to be cruel, But I cannot be reasoned with when a storm's overhead And I make it seem like it's your fault That you've pushed me to be like this I stew in a forecast of doom and gloom until it passes And when the clouds finally disperse, the heaviness will lift Sunshine will bring guilt and remorse over what I've been And I'll apologize for how I am and we'll be happy again At least while the sky’s clear