Analysis of Avocado Skies

Green storm clouds gather and rise
Paint me a picture of avocado skies

Caught myself sayin'
Bring on the lightning
Bring on the lies
As if I haven't heard it half a million times

I left the tornados when I left you
In the dust of Texas
Where the bonnets stay blue

Seems California doesn't hail quite like I'm used to
Storms roll through
Never able to hit me quite like you used to

Trouble follows me
I wear it like jewelry

Picking gold poppies off the street is child’s play, comparatively
Frame the moment wildflowers were worth the jail time
I remember you at the courthouse paying the fine

California feelin' Texas
Trappin's the only way you pay your back taxes
Find me in a Lexus
Passin' time with white lines
Flying high swerving county signs

Traded stockyards for surfboards
praying and more time outdoors
Wish I could turn back the time
See the world without tainted eyes
It's been two years now
But with every storm
I still catch myself haunted by your demise