Fishing For the Blues

Little flies on the sidewalk in a cue
For dirty tiles in a crowded bathroom
Twenty-nine dollars getting tossed in the pool
Sometimes you get hooked, when you're fishing for the blues
On my own
Drink on
Purple rain
Sing along
Did a little dance said you liked my song
Walking home before the morning now the mornings gone

I wanna take everything from you
I wanna ruin everything you do
I wanna rain, down on you
Sometimes you get fucked when you're fishing for the blues

I wanna take everything from you
I wanna ruin little everything you do
Smile in your face say "I love that for you"
Sometimes you get fucked when you're fishing for the blues

Little moths protect the lightbulb in the nude
It's a stupid thing to try to change the forecast of a mood
Sorry I was hungry, didn't mean to snap at you
Asked what was made for walking I said these motherfucking boots

I wanna take everything from you
I wanna ruin everything you do
I wanna rain, down on you
Sometimes you get fucked when you're fishing for the blues

I wanna take everything from you
I wanna piss on little everything you do
Laugh in your face say "I love that for you"
Sometimes you get fucked when you're fishing for the blues

We were skipping out the corner store with flowers and propane
Laid down in the graveyard and shouted out your name
If I were a cripple and you were a clown, would you dance for me real slow?
You say yes, take my hand, but of course you won't