Triangles lining my stormy eyes

Held together in an obvious bond of tears

Rain on

Cry on

Until the clock strikes 6:30

I'll then plaster my face with a foundation of joy

However cakey I may look

However fakey I seem

They won't question me 'til tomorrow

And I'll think of a lie by then

But 'til the clock strikes 6:30

Rain on

Cry on

With triangles lining my eyes