The Color Blue
The end of things
That's the shit that gets me down
Wondering if you'll pick up when I call from out of town
And if you do
And if you do
What's it gonna sound like
Is it gonna sound like blue
The end of things
I could never really take
But I like those Broadway musicals
Where they sing about the ache
And it's cheap sentimentality
But it's closer to the truth
Than those adults with their faces on
And the pastor
The pastor and his youth
Well don't write to me
If you don't mean it
Don't fight for me
If you don't like bleeding
I'll find someone to die for
Since dying's all I do
Til then I'll keep my pinky straight
And hate, yeah hate the color blue
The end of things
That's the shit that really hurts
And I'm reaching for my weed
And you're pulling up my shirt
And you're looking for a flight
Just the cheapest thing that comes
But I'm still on the floor
And nothing, yeah nothing has been done
Well don't write to me
If you don't mean it
Don't fight for me
If you don't like bleeding
I'll find someone to die for
Since dying's all I do
Til then I'll keep my pinky straight
And hate, yeah hate
Well I'll keep my fucking pinky straight
And hate, yeah hate the color blue
That's the shit that gets me down
Wondering if you'll pick up when I call from out of town
And if you do
And if you do
What's it gonna sound like
Is it gonna sound like blue
The end of things
I could never really take
But I like those Broadway musicals
Where they sing about the ache
And it's cheap sentimentality
But it's closer to the truth
Than those adults with their faces on
And the pastor
The pastor and his youth
Well don't write to me
If you don't mean it
Don't fight for me
If you don't like bleeding
I'll find someone to die for
Since dying's all I do
Til then I'll keep my pinky straight
And hate, yeah hate the color blue
The end of things
That's the shit that really hurts
And I'm reaching for my weed
And you're pulling up my shirt
And you're looking for a flight
Just the cheapest thing that comes
But I'm still on the floor
And nothing, yeah nothing has been done
Well don't write to me
If you don't mean it
Don't fight for me
If you don't like bleeding
I'll find someone to die for
Since dying's all I do
Til then I'll keep my pinky straight
And hate, yeah hate
Well I'll keep my fucking pinky straight
And hate, yeah hate the color blue
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Writer(s): Sonia Copple
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