Blue Days
I've been feeling blue
I've been feeling blue
I've been feeling
Blue days hit me two ways
First in my stomach
Then they're shooting through my blue veins
I'm having mood swings
I feel so rearranged
It's like they chopped me up and put me in a suitcase
I could use a new brain
'Cause this one is broke
I said, "I'm ok"; I suppose I misspoke
Yeah, I've been acting like I get it, but I'm missing the joke
I woke up deep inside December, but I'm missing my coat
You don't know a thing about me
Washed ashore in a stormy sea, yeah
You don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing
I'm thirsty, I'm dying
Upon my desert island
Why won't you come save me?
I'm drowning in your silence
I've been feeling blue
I've been feeling
Black nights; read me my last rites
Is it too late for this young sinner to get baptized?
I guess the bad guy is in my back mind
And he'll keep driving like a psycho 'til we capsize
Swimming but I'm never breathing in
It's getting difficult to finish all the shit that I pretended I could do
Balancing is challenging when everyone is adamant
That everyone and everything is what you lose
My ego is evil; it's plotting to get me
My ego is me though, oh, which one is guilty?
You don't know a thing about me
Washed ashore in a stormy sea, yeah
You don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing
I'm thirsty, I'm dying
Upon my desert island
Why won't you come save me
I'm drowning in your silence
(I've been feeling blue)
(I've been feeling blue)
(I've been feeling blue)
Is anybody listening?
I've been calling out for help
I need to know why it feels impossible to live inside myself
I want to shake these fucking blues like tiny raindrops from my boots
I want to run wild; I want to break through
(I've been feeling)
(I've been feeling)
I'm thirsty, I'm dying
Upon my desert island (I've been feeling blue)
Why won't you come save me
I'm drowning in your silence
(I've been feeling blue)
I've been feeling blue
I've been feeling
Blue days hit me two ways
First in my stomach
Then they're shooting through my blue veins
I'm having mood swings
I feel so rearranged
It's like they chopped me up and put me in a suitcase
I could use a new brain
'Cause this one is broke
I said, "I'm ok"; I suppose I misspoke
Yeah, I've been acting like I get it, but I'm missing the joke
I woke up deep inside December, but I'm missing my coat
You don't know a thing about me
Washed ashore in a stormy sea, yeah
You don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing
I'm thirsty, I'm dying
Upon my desert island
Why won't you come save me?
I'm drowning in your silence
I've been feeling blue
I've been feeling
Black nights; read me my last rites
Is it too late for this young sinner to get baptized?
I guess the bad guy is in my back mind
And he'll keep driving like a psycho 'til we capsize
Swimming but I'm never breathing in
It's getting difficult to finish all the shit that I pretended I could do
Balancing is challenging when everyone is adamant
That everyone and everything is what you lose
My ego is evil; it's plotting to get me
My ego is me though, oh, which one is guilty?
You don't know a thing about me
Washed ashore in a stormy sea, yeah
You don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing
I'm thirsty, I'm dying
Upon my desert island
Why won't you come save me
I'm drowning in your silence
(I've been feeling blue)
(I've been feeling blue)
(I've been feeling blue)
Is anybody listening?
I've been calling out for help
I need to know why it feels impossible to live inside myself
I want to shake these fucking blues like tiny raindrops from my boots
I want to run wild; I want to break through
(I've been feeling)
(I've been feeling)
I'm thirsty, I'm dying
Upon my desert island (I've been feeling blue)
Why won't you come save me
I'm drowning in your silence
(I've been feeling blue)
Credits
Writer(s): Kristine Flaherty, Jacob Rabadi, Jesse Clasen
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