Your Dabuation

And i took my time with you I shaped my sky a different kind of colour Fucked around with concepts that i knew would turn into a pretty kind of blue The kind that throws me off just like your eyes do, just like like your eyes do The feeling sticks to me like glue But i knew that would run you through So i stayed inside and smoked all night and wrote a song that's two years overdue To try and portray the little ways That i could say i'm sorry for the things you knew And even more that i stopped loving you The feeling sticks to me like glue