Blue of You

it sucks that i’m still in love with you

i wish there was something i could do

i just want to touch your fingers again

your skin, opalescent under the moon

broken glass, glinting in neon —you

to think that i was just right there

Oh, ooo

tell me why

does it feel like a crime

every time

i fall

back into the

blue of you

to the

blue of you

this city is green like sewer drains

i can't seem to wash you off of me

i can’t hear a melody without seeing your hands

i'm sick of all the colors on TV

nothing they say means shit to me

i just want to feel you whisper my name in your bed

Oh, oo

tell me why

does it feel like a crime

every time

i fall

back into the

blue of you

to the

blue of you