Category: Blues

I bought white roses
Because I knew you wouldn’t
I knew it would happen like that
I have a penchant for knowing when my heart is going to break
But it stings the same
It stings just as bad
I knew it would happen like that

I changed the flowers’ water
And I cut the ends of the stems
We were happy back then
You never stayed past ten
I was alone at night with a glass of red wine
Just to pass the time
I wanted you to be mine
I wanted you with white roses
I wanted to be the closest
To getting you to change your mind about being the bad one in everyone’s life
Rosemary and chives
Don’t touch my thighs
Just to pass the time

I have a penchant for knowing when my heart is going to break
Regardless of the season it was you who made me ache
I couldn’t take it anymore but I was too strong to break
I wanted to be the closest to getting you to change
Your mind about being the bad one
In everyone’s life

Rosemary and chives
You can no longer touch my thighs
I wanted you to be mine
I wanted you to be mine

Ripe cherries, beehives
Goodbye

At this rate
We’re going down
You lost me and I will never be found
I’m taking trips to Venice
Getting trashed in clubs
Sick of being in love
Swimming in a rosy bathtub
Filled with water
Water
Gently
Slowly

Becoming myself
Not a strange, rancid guest
It’s tough for me to digest
That I can’t even get pity
But I thought I was pretty
The alleyway’s gritty

You found me at last
With my Parliaments
I caved, I guess
I think you bought me this dress
That’s right, you bought me this dress
Light this for me, be my guest
Inside
You’ll always be a mess

You heard it from the best

It’s the first of September
13 days ’till my birthday, remember?
I haven’t spoken to you in what feels like forever
But now it’s September
And I’m dancing anew
Around my kitchen with my canvas ballet shoes on
Glimmering
Someone asked me if ballerinas really stand on their toes
I laughed and said “well, that’s how it goes”
How we can be so far apart but sometimes feel so, close

You make me
You make me
Comatose

I want to grab you a beer but you’re not here
You’re off doing whatever you like
With a girl like me, yeah, sike
Missed opportunities
Looking out the window
Sipping matcha green tea and staring in the mirror
Like, what do I see here?
The girl who got away
Who had months she wanted to stay
My hip bones show the start of decay

Have I told you how much I love phone calls
When the phone rings, I drop all my things
I pick up the receiver like a delicate secretary
But these days I just hit decline
These days I don’t even buy myself wine
I used to sip it all the time
On the phone with you
Talking about your tattoos
I was stuck to you like glue
On the wrong page

To hear your laugh again
I’d fade into the sea
I’d ask you to swim with me
You’d laugh and say “we’ll see”

So we’ll see