Little Blue

You deserved all the help and I was giving it to you

Took my hand and cut it off, I couldn’t cry

A little blue and lots of purple in the sky

Cause I’d rather die

But what about you?

What about you?

What about you?

Then I got scared because our bodies, they were turning into clay

I wish you could see me through those eyes but oh that light

What can I do? To cut my hair and say goodbye

Cause I miss the sky

But what about you?

What about you?

What about you?

What about you?

What about you?

I want to fall from the sky

Someday

I want to fall from the sky

One day

What about you?

What about you?

What about you?

What about you?