Cerulean

Cerulean Where have you been? The socialites are out again A passing note stuck in your throat Some love it needs a second coat We're shades of grey all rearranged We're jury rigged to feel that way It makes you think doesn't it? And all that I could see Were subtle tragedies And all I had to do Was find a way to you Cerulean blue The hypocrite apocalypse Prefer to stay anonymous I think I've learned to steady burn The point in life is no return Just wrap your pain in cellophane And chalk it up to another day And all that I could feel A changing colour wheel And all I had to do Was find a way to you Cerulean blue Cerulean blue