Cumulonimbus

They say when it rains, it pours

And you're a goddamn thunderstorm

And I just want to play in the rain

Your lightning strikes

And I am a conductor

For such beautiful electricity

Now how are you so caught up

In the thought that you can't be loved?

Well you can be loved

My teeth in your neck should be enough proof

If I asked you to disappear,

Well would you kindly oblige?

Or will you just keep finding ways

to force yourself on me?