Bound To Get Blue
The magic that we create
Has got a certain size and shape
Red as blue blood in our veins
Created by my curtains' haze
Moments I choose to ignore
Brushed off as a simple chore
You seem to deem it a worthy thing
Documenting it pristinely
And I'm wondering what will you do
The path I walk leads me away from you
Be sure that I'm gonna see this through
But baby this is bound to get blue
Being with you is such a breeze
We walk in stride with playful ease
To be my man's no simple thing
You assume the role without complaining
Our dying day draws closer still
I kill our potential kids with pills
Adding fuel to this hormone fire
Building blocks to our funeral pyre
Every moment with you is an exercise
Choosing to be right here and now
You're the ultimate test to my abstractness
Making sense of my mind's mess
Every word of wisdom warns
Against desire's dire thorns
It's best to follow your head and not your burning blood
The question that my mind creates
{maybe this mistake I'm suppose to make}
To experience being human in its fullest form
Maybe I just needed to be touched
With hands that didn't involve much
My auntie told me nobody gets a free lunch
But like a brown paper bag, your kiss packs punch
No I don't devalue or damn this
I left a marriage for this kind of relationship
The teapot's on and my candle lit
Oil of lavender and peppermint
Has got a certain size and shape
Red as blue blood in our veins
Created by my curtains' haze
Moments I choose to ignore
Brushed off as a simple chore
You seem to deem it a worthy thing
Documenting it pristinely
And I'm wondering what will you do
The path I walk leads me away from you
Be sure that I'm gonna see this through
But baby this is bound to get blue
Being with you is such a breeze
We walk in stride with playful ease
To be my man's no simple thing
You assume the role without complaining
Our dying day draws closer still
I kill our potential kids with pills
Adding fuel to this hormone fire
Building blocks to our funeral pyre
Every moment with you is an exercise
Choosing to be right here and now
You're the ultimate test to my abstractness
Making sense of my mind's mess
Every word of wisdom warns
Against desire's dire thorns
It's best to follow your head and not your burning blood
The question that my mind creates
{maybe this mistake I'm suppose to make}
To experience being human in its fullest form
Maybe I just needed to be touched
With hands that didn't involve much
My auntie told me nobody gets a free lunch
But like a brown paper bag, your kiss packs punch
No I don't devalue or damn this
I left a marriage for this kind of relationship
The teapot's on and my candle lit
Oil of lavender and peppermint
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Writer(s): Hannah Russell
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