Blue

Worn out cardigan Hair in bleach After what you've bleached It's gone Steady air Swings with the harmonica Tied to your neck It's gone Dancing over sentiment Sing sadly to make it feel better Tuck your bottom lip Under jagged pearly whites Nails dig into your skin It's gone On repeat Fearful of massive dreams Afraid to cross the line Hold up the flask Fasten the mask Then lie Pull the blinds Hid with picture frames in lonely arms While you unwind Hiding under lampshades You're gone Bitten sour tangerines In hopes to get rid of blue weather Discolorate your hands Your plans to chip away the bookshelf overnight Left paper cuts to talk You mark up the days when you were wrong Nothing left to see Nothing but space Nothing left to see Nothing but space Nothing left to see Nothing but space Nothing left to see Nothing but space Nothing left to see Nothing but space Nothing left to see Nothing but space Nothing left to see Nothing but space Nothing left to see Nothing but space