The Blue
The constant sound of rain
On a sad Sunday
Makes me stare
Stare out the window
That doesn’t take my mind
Off of his eyes
I still see the bottles
And the books
Calories, always counting
Counting away the days,
Hours, minutes
Things once bright
Start to sink
And fall
The color of blue birds,
The sky,
Your eyes
It doesn’t help to look away,
There you are
Standing and staring
I see you
Words whispered into the empty air
Asking for help
Something you don’t want
And I’m crying
And you’re smiling as you fade away
You’re still here
But you’re gone
And it’s killing me inside
Because I’m drowning in
The books and
The bottles
Because I can’t save you
And I’m drowning in
The Blue
On a sad Sunday
Makes me stare
Stare out the window
That doesn’t take my mind
Off of his eyes
I still see the bottles
And the books
Calories, always counting
Counting away the days,
Hours, minutes
Things once bright
Start to sink
And fall
The color of blue birds,
The sky,
Your eyes
It doesn’t help to look away,
There you are
Standing and staring
I see you
Words whispered into the empty air
Asking for help
Something you don’t want
And I’m crying
And you’re smiling as you fade away
You’re still here
But you’re gone
And it’s killing me inside
Because I’m drowning in
The books and
The bottles
Because I can’t save you
And I’m drowning in
The Blue