make it black

make it cloudy, make it black

make it rain upon my back

make it pretty just for me

i’ve never felt so fresh and free

i want it all, this heavy rain

a shiny brand new kind of pain

so make it pretty just for me

the foolish sin and purity

i’m torn in half, it’s so romantic

loving, wanting, craving, starving

half in love, half twisted and sick

no one’s bitch and no one’s darling

i’m so stressed and bored i’m tugging

at the suture in between

so at the end, i am becoming

no one’s spouse and no one’s queen

so make it cloudy, make it black

make it worthy of my art

keep joy in the state of lack

so i can drain my rotting heart

make it dirty cause i am,

pure love is not much fun to write

and make it bloody, i’ll be damned

if i can make it out all right

i am destined for temptation

meet my sad ass in damnation

where i’ll spend eternity

redeeming all my chastity,

sobriety, morality,

good deeds and hospitality

and everything i choose to do

though ones like me shall be damned too

but make it cloudy, do it now

i’ve waited for this all my life

i’ll make it bloody, i know how

there’s never been a fight of strife

that produced this kind of violence

you’re ashamed to let it show

but within your heavy silence

i know you know that i know

as long as i’m a dark romantic

i will suffer while i live

these needs of mine, insane and frantic

want to take and want to give

but my heart knows its place and

my head know its conscience

i’m forever stuck with my hand

knowing well that there’s no chance