All Turned Blue

You gotta listen to yourself Don't put too much stock In anybody else's opinions of you. Are they wearing your shoes? Another late night mission With this crippling hesitation to find you. We left it too late And now we're wondering Why there's another light on Another candle in another window For a part of you That's never coming home When she said she loved you Did she mean she loved you? Or just the idea, of what you could do, for her? It's all turned blue for you It used to be silver and gold Now you just Do what you're told Suburbia has eaten what you've grown. And now, it's all gone cold These days I don't mind doing anything, As long as I remember it My mind, and my memory Have both gone to Pot calls the kettle black And swung around the back For a final drag meet Salt the earth and scorch my feet Because I'm here, with my same bag of used opinions When I said I loved you Did I mean I loved you? Or just the idea, of what I could do, for you? It's all turned blue for me I've lived my life in red, gold and green Now I've seen All I'll see Suburbia has reaped what I sowed And now, it's all gone cold I've got a spring in my step but nowhere to spring to And if I squint at this lamp post maybe it looks like the moon. But I never expected my hard choices to come to career vs life I don't like having to make bad decisions for you It's all turned blue for you. It used to be silver and gold, Now we just Do what we're told Suburbia has eaten what we've grown. And now, it's all gone cold