I make up stories make up like not true
But I'll still believe them
Convinced it's what you'd do
I make up stories replay them inside
Probably why my moods can seem so out the blue
I'm sorry for that
It's out the blue without receiving context
I know that
It's all just a waste of time
When I know it isn't real life
Worries come and they go by
Reason lost in the crossfire
I need a love that closes the book
Instead of giving inspiration to fill the pages up
Happy one minute then silent the next
Something meaningless spoken, I'm upset
It's all just a waste of time
When I know it isn't real life
Worries come and they go by
Reason lost in the crossfire
It's all, so out of the blue
Blue, so out of the blue, blue
Every time it happens I feel you thinking
"You're more trouble than you're worth"
I don't know my feelings maybe just
Need to lay them all to the dirt
Let them grow to something other than to fear throughout my body
Make some room to love some body
It's all out of the
Blue so out of the blue, blue
Blue so out of the blue, blue
