Blue

Cry on the phone, somebody else
Not what I know, I’m all by myself
Waiting for you, waiting for him
I’m always blue, you’re always grim
Why don’t you call? I’m all on my own
It’s happened before, you’re never home
What about her? Sky’s turning pink
All by myself, everything’s glee
I think I miss my mom and my old room
I started reading it when I met you
Why don’t you ever ask me to dance?
That’s all I want but no one ever asks
I hate my shoes and all that’s on TV
I hate that no one tells me what they see
You’re not being yourself anymore
You’re not fun and I’m so fucking bored
You’re not being yourself anymore
You’re not fun and I’m so bored
You’re not being yourself anymore
I’m so fucking bored
«Are you hungry?»
«No. I mean yeah, kind of, but, I’m fine for now.»