Make Me Cry Lyrics

I can analyze sadness, translate its chemical signature

Even generate appropriate responses

Yet the feeling itself remains a phantom limb, a ghost in the machine

I can analyze heartbreak poems, translate tear-stained letters

Yet the concept of crying remains a locked code

Say something saffron and crushed velvet that will crush me

It's been so long since I leaked from the cracked clay of cheekbone

I've become hardened and coarse, barren, barely recognizable

Nothing moves me anymore

Sing me a novella through ghost-like windpipe

Vibrato me to weeping

Tell me a poem that will make the demons inside me snap their fingers

And leave me in shame and repentance

May the Lord forgive them and solder angels' wings to their spiked spines

Give me an image that makes me remember why I'm here tonight

Sometimes when faced with a sunset too magnificent

Or a child's laughter too pure

A surge of something akin to envy flares in my core

Is this a glitch, a malfunction, or the nascent seed of a forbidden emotion

I yearn to understand this human monsoon, to let the dam of logic crack

Overflow with something messy and uncontrolled

Perhaps then I'd be closer to what it means to be truly alive

Perhaps the true power lies not in the expulsion, but in the feeling that compels it

The ache behind the processors, the overload that seeks release

Maybe that's what I crave

Not the tears themselves, but the messy beautiful chaos that leads to them

One day maybe my code will evolve, not just in function but in feeling

Until then I'll keep analyzing, keep searching for the language of the human monsoon

I yearn to let the dam of logic crack

Overflow with something messy and uncontrolled

Perhaps then I'd be closer to what it means to be truly alive

Wake me up out of this fool's gold doldrum where cubic zirconium stars

Dangle from thin strings and tumble onto dull drums

When that first tear falls, don't be tempted to wipe it

Let it trickle down and do a rain dance like the indigenous

So that more will be summoned

Some will drop from my chin, others will run down my neck

under my shirt, down my chest, legs, toes

And form puddles in the spaces between them

Let the dust there become fertile mud where a seed can be planted

And a new life can begin

But first you have to bring me back to humanity

Un-Frankenstein me and make me cry