babyblue

Xana Morris

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    Baby blue
    Was always your color
    It’s a little strange
    How we’re seeing each other
    But God
    You look just as I remember
    It’s been a few years
    But I’ve known you forever
    You packed your bags
    And moved out to Boston
    Needed a place
    That you could get lost in
    Only came home
    Cause your mother's not well
    You say that time will tell

    Tell me how it feels
    Now that you got my youth
    On your bedpost
    Got my youth
    In the back of your jeans
    Think of me
    While you wash ‘em clean
    Say it ain’t so
    Now that our picture's getting dusty
    You smell vanilla
    And don’t think about me
    I hope it's alright
    Your life without me

    You ran to my house
    In the pouring rain
    Just to sleep on the floor
    Beside my bed
    And I've cried every damn day
    Since you left
    I don't mind if I
    Never get over it
    I’ve been watching reruns
    Repeating all the lines
    Driving down the highway
    And missing all the signs
    I should call my little sister
    I worry ‘bout her all the time

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    Tell me how it feels
    Now that you got my youth
    On your bedpost
    Got my youth
    In the back of your closet
    Think of me
    With my face in your locket
    Say it ain’t so
    Now that our picture's getting dusty
    You get drunk
    And don’t think about me
    I hope it's alright
    Your life without me

    You hold other hands
    I'm biting my tongue
    You’re making new plans
    While I'm coming undone
    And I watch your old films
    Super cut reels
    Looking at it now
    I think I love you still
    I steady my breath
    Try to be cool
    If I never say a word
    Does it make it less true?
    I feel the time go
    I fear the unknown
    While you laugh with somebody
    That you met on your phone
    Little kids grow
    It's getting so old
    And all of my anxieties
    Are filling up my diaries
    The water ran cold
    There's so much I don’t know
    I think I gotta go
    Yeah, I think I gotta go

    Tell me how it feels
    Now that you got my youth
    On your bedpost
    Got my youth
    In the palm of your hand
    Think of me
    In that wedding band
    Say it ain’t so
    Now that our picture's getting dusty
    You seen green
    And don’t think about me
    I hope it's alright
    Your life without me

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    Composition: xana morris

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