blue

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Writing and singing notes I believe to be true
Help me sing something besides all this blue.

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Writing my analogies and crying till it's through
And the words that I write are just blue. Blue.

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Painting with these strokes so tired and so few
The picture that I paint, just washes of blue.

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Tried to dive deep but no matter how far I flew,
I can't swim through this deepness, this ocean of blue.

I don't know why I do
the things that I do
Listening to the songs, I know are for me from you
I have to climb up over this mountain of blue

So I can be through
with
blue.