This ain’t no 40 days and 40 nights kinda rain.
This is a “who knows when the pain’s gonna end” kinda rain.
No “rainbow promises” at the end kinda rain.
Only a broken heart could send this kinda rain,
and I’m drowning.
He says he doesn’t love me anymore.
So here it comes, my own hellacious downpour . . .

Come tumblin’ down.

Bring on the bad storm!
Drown and drench this blue soul through and through
so I’ll know better next time,
won’t get so damn full of the moonlight next time,
so I’ll remember that sometimes forever
ain’t nearly as long as you think it’s gonna be.
See I remember him smiling, looking down at me,
before he started looking down ON me
the way cruel hearts do once they realize that you
really do love them unconditionally,
so the fuckers don’t have to do a think right anymore.

No----- good----

No good narcissistic lovers
thinking tears are just water like diamonds are just stone.
Knowing nothing better.
They’ll get away with murder before they go away all together.
This is what I gotta remember:
That you can’t love somebody into loving you back.
You can’t just put more of your own heart into the equation
to make up for what they lack,
and just ’cause you want something so bad you can taste it,
don’t mean jack.
It’s like those daisy petals, you remember ’em?
He loves me, he loves me not.
If you wanna know where you’re gonna come out in the end
all you gotta do is count those petals first, see what’cha got.
It’s not just Cruel Hearts, but we Fools, too,
who are true authors of the blues.
This is what I gotta remember.
So I’m makin’ a bargain with that dark sky tonight,
BRING ON THE BAD STORM
AND DROWN ME!
BRING ON THE BAD STORM
AND DRENCH ME!
BRING ON THE BAD STORM . . .
DROWN ME, DRENCH ME
TEACH ME A LESSON I WON’T SO SOON FORGET.
You can crash down lightening, just light my way back home.
Where I got

Blues waiting for me by my window all alone.