Catch-22

I put mine on a platter Yours on a pedestal Not that mine doesn’t matter It’s just regrettable, that yours is all too scarce Like nothing else compares And mine can only pale in comparison And fade in my own presence Under blue skies Blue skies A blue lie Where do I start, where do I go, I hate the end I got used to a life where you were more than everything I didn’t know that it hurt I just love how you felt So what’s left I put mine on a platter Yours on a pedestal Not that mine doesn’t matter It’s just regrettable, that yours is all too scarce Like nothing else compares And mine can only pale in comparison And fade in my own presence Under blue skies Blue skies A blue lie Where does it start, where does it go, where does it end It’s like you poison my mind, over and over again How do I find something worse, when I know what comes next Oh, what’s best I put mine on a platter Yours on a pedestal Not that mine doesn’t matter It’s just regrettable, that yours is all too scarce Like nothing else compares And mine can only pale in comparison And fade in my own presence It’s a catch-22, and I’ll catch you in use of my confidence It’s you with less me or it’s me with less you, and I think I’ll choose your blue lie Your blue sky