Forecast

You crossed your heart
And hoped to die
Stuck a needle in your lying eye
Double-cross my heart
A needle in the other
Blinded now
Try to cross again
I miss and strike a lung
The needle doesn't puncture anything
Because my third eye is the only one that sees
Whether or not you're there
Whether or not I breathe
It's hard to appreciate when you don't know any worse
And the pessimists we are think that
We're the first to feel this way
Spare me
This time
I've done
No crime against you
Don't cry
No use
It won't show
In the rainfall anyhow
Never-ending raincloud shapes
So soundly to our figure
When we build the cloud ourselves
How could it not anyway
Pop the cloud with your needles
Or build something brighter
And the cloud might shape to a form you'd more adore