Small Blue Thing

I'm a small blue thing In the pocket of your coat I'm a five cents ring Left in some old jewel box I'm the backing band Nice, but no one listens to I'm the losing hand In a card game never known I'm the loner boy Wrapped up in a warm cocoon I'm the loving toy Whispering nursery rhymes at noon I'm the elegance Hidden under tattered rags I'm the wild at heart Hoping for a taming hand I'm the blushing smile You just cross then look away I'm the failing guy Stumbling every step he takes I'm the boring talk How your working day has gone? I'm the brilliant joke When you wake up in the dawn I'm the toss and turn Sense and sensibility I'm the wasted gifts Thrown away indolently I'm the ornament Out of place, there on the chair I'm a little pin You just point without a care I'm not much, you see good intents, a soul in flair Should you care for me I will draw more me's, I swear I'm the wasted gift I'm the small blue thing