Blue 歌词

He smells like guilt and cheap cologne Some hipster smell of pine and aloneness Twirls her round Then his mind spits her out To figure it out that she's good to keep around And he says: Hey, can we call this a truce now babe? I didn't mean to lose my cool I didn't mean for my fist to leave you blue She lies awake in the night vivid with shame Splayed on a bed without sheets or pillows unframed They don't make love anymore It's a one-man show And fear's like force if you're too afraid to go And he says: Hey, can we call this a truce now babe? I didn't mean to lose my cool I didn't mean for my fist to leave you blue And I lie awake at night Thinking about that girl How the light in her eye died He lies awake early morning curbing the rage Swills it around in his mouth Till it bursts from its cage Tiptoes around to keep her consciousness starved And loses his mind to the wake, stained, ashamed And he says: Hey, can we call this a truce now babe? I didn't mean to lose my cool I didn't mean for my fist to leave you blue