Sing It Like You Mean It

I am so unbelievably sad right now.
But, I am doing everything right.

I'm blogging in the dark.
I have dance music on.

Ella. Ella. Ella.
Get this Damn girl an umbrella.

How is that sexy?
That it's raining?

And if they are gonna shine- they'll shine together.

I'm too angry that I don't get it.
He wants to be under her umbrella?

Baby its raining!

Well over here- its F'ing storming.
And I have no umbrella.
Say that. Umbrella. One word.

If I were to stress a syllable.
It would be Um, Um, Um....
not Ella.

Um. Um. Um.
I don't know how to tell you.
I would sing.
That I just walked outside.
It was sunny. I was happy.
But, then it started to spit on my head.
It was G-d. I know it.
Just spitting on my head.
Then it F'ing poured.
Thundered. I was soaking wet.
So ill prepared.
I started walking faster.
then I just looked down, gave up...
and sat in a puddle.

Um, Um, Um...
can you share your...
um, um, um..
I can't say it. But I need to stand under your..
um, um, um...
Umbrella.