Coffee for my breakfast 
Shot of whiskey on the side 
It's a dark and dreary morning 
With the clouds covering up the sky  [bad word] ] 
The forecast calls for pain 
The forecast calls for pain 
My baby's turning cold 
And the forecast calls for pain 
We stayed up all night talking 
She's grown restless she confessed 
She says there's no one new 
But deep down I know that's next  [bad word]  
She says she tried and tried yes she has 
But slowly her love has died 
I can see that deep down inside she's changed 
The forecast calls for pain 
The forecast calls for pain 
The forecast calls for pain 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
I can hear approaching thunder 
I can feel [bad word] up my spine 
I've seen love freeze before 
And I know I'm on borrowed time  [bad word]  
I can feel the thunder 
I can see the lightning 
I can feel the pain 
Oh, it's gonna rain  [bad word]