love is for fools. I sit in in my own pool
sadness dripping all over me, feet cold and pruning
the phrase "it's over" lingers, my heart turns and nosedives
because when you jump into a pool of love, you go heart-first
first verse, first time i saw you I loved
everything you stood for, you and all your homey decor
decked out in nothing more than some simple bath robe
but i still checked you out, first night make out, you were my
vietnamese take out, always down to do anything
girl so sick with it i shouldnt've said anything
words come out and they stick like glue
words hurt others and i dont have a goddamn clue
merged together, into one giant ass blue
cause girl you're colors all I got left now,
and I'm feeling them blues, blues.
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