Blue

Siv Jakobsen

He smells like guilt and cheap cologne
Some hipster smell of pine and aloneness
Twirls her round
Then his mind spits her out
To figure it out that she's good to keep around

And he says: Hey, can we call this a truce now babe?
I didn't mean to lose my cool
I didn't mean for my fist to leave you blue

She lies awake in the night vivid with shame
Splayed on a bed without sheets or pillows unframed
They don't make love anymore
It's a one-man show
And fear's like force if you're too afraid to go

And he says: Hey, can we call this a truce now babe?
I didn't mean to lose my cool
I didn't mean for my fist to leave you blue

And I lie awake at night
Thinking about that girl
How the light in her eye died

He lies awake early morning curbing the rage
Swills it around in his mouth
Till it bursts from its cage
Tiptoes around to keep her consciousness starved
And loses his mind to the wake, stained, ashamed

And he says: Hey, can we call this a truce now babe?
I didn't mean to lose my cool
I didn't mean for my fist to leave you blue

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