I know you’re feeling blue,
I wish there was something I can do;
the lawn is covered in morning dew
You and I deserve a drink, probably one, if not a few.
Half the month we fuss and fight
you and I,
time and time I try to cut through the circle
to get closer to you;
the day pushes the night away
and I’m still back at where you left me,
at the other side of midnight way too soon.
I can’t stop myself from listening to sad love songs:
the cupboards are empty, thieves ran away with the rug
dreams of you is all I have, so hard I’ve tried to love
to say those words
you long to hear all night long,
it’s no wonder I’ve got you looking sad and blue.
PhilOyok 