Blue Days

Pablo sits at the cafe,
He could sit all day and still feel alone
It's hard, seeing that his heart is split in two parts
Nowhere to go

Homeless, begging for some bliss
Someone to fall in love with
Worth it, but feeling worthless
Who knew one day he'd be this?

Now he's hit blue days,
but he will always find his way back to you
Just like Midas, minus the gold touch
Even his guitar weeps too
He's blue, ooh ooh
He's blue, ooh ooh

Pablo stares at a blank page
He could stare all day and still feel alone
It's hard, seeing that his art rips him in two parts
No one to hold

Homeless, paintbrush is all that he has
But he's been cast away
Artist, but he is artless
He's become numb to all the pain

Now he's hit blue days,
but he will always find his way back to you
Just like Midas, minus the gold touch
Even his guitar weeps too
He's blue, ooh ooh
He's blue, ooh ooh

Would it change anything
if he knew he'd be king one day?
Would it make his heart sing
if he knew he'd be king
One day, one day, one day?

Now he's hit blue days,
but he will always find his way back to you
Just like Midas, minus the gold touch
Even his guitar weeps too
He's blue, ooh ooh
He's blue, ooh ooh

He's in his blue phase
He's lost his sun daze
I hope he knows about someday