Blue and Shy

Two hands, but never one to hold

Oh well, see you in the fold for drinks

Your pitcher on the bathroom sink

Tuesday, cool you didn't call

With my luck I'll see you at the show and freak

Whatever, I don't care at all

I lost your number in the breeze

'Cause I got so high

Always want it but I don't know why

Nobody wants to dance with you now

Broken feet for two, so blue and shy

Black boots dancing through the glass

Screws loose, spilling drinks all over my pants

We're only talking medals and can'ts

Okay, got another boy

Backroom, the mirror, it breaks all over the floor

The stereo plays old Husker Du

See I lost you in the street

'Cause I got so high

I never want you to, don't say it bye

Nobody wants to dance with you now

Broken feet for two, so blue and shy

So blue, hah!

Lost your number in the breeze

'Cause I got so high

I always want it but I don't know why

Nobody wants to dance with you now

Broken feet for two, so blue and shy

Nobody wants to dance with you now

Broken feet for two, so blue and shy

So blue and shy

So blue and . . 

So blue . . 

So blue . .