Blues

The room was small, it got smaller as I grew

The man was right when he said it was all about you

You - and in doing this I'm letting you win

Why did you take my breath before I could begin?

Lay back in the sheets

Engulfed in my bed

Cover my swollen face;

My [?] head

Seeking escape

In my solitary keep

But my heart remains bruised

You still hurt me in sleep

You still hurt me in sleep

In my dreams I could fly

Now I stay above clouds

Confined to the sky

In slumber I'm restless

I'm finished and small

And whatever you tell me

I'm waiting to fall

I'm waiting to fall

But how hard I have fought

Against you's no matter

I think I'll be caught