Blue
Moderator
About me:
Everything is Blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans. And now I'm covered in the colours pulled apart at the seams and it's blue.
Everything is grey, his hair, his smoke, his dreams. And now he's so devoid of colour, he don't know what it means. And he's blue.
You were red, and you liked me cause I was Blue. But you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky, and you decided that purple just wasn't for you.
Everything is blue.