Turn Blue

I know there's comfort in that you're traveling the world you love— It's beautiful and wonderful and all
  those things that people say
  that they have to remind them to distract them from themselves
I guess.

It's down the block to the bar with a book and my thoughts to keep you away

When Mr. Chan grabs my cash and my keys, takes my glass, and says that it's getting late.

I'm stepping out to a confidence man who just happens to speak in my voice,

"Hey, kid— if you want to stay hid I think I might know a way
 for to drown out all this ______ noise..."

It's not that I don't want to have you on my mind//just to hold my breath until thoughts of any kind turn blue.
And now you know where you'll find me//with my future behind me, unused.

Stay hid; it's the only real thing I can do to absolve the evil I did.
The faithful mislead//why don't you tell me that nothing's wrong//or am I wrong?
  
It's coming on with impossible weight like an anchor got caught in the drain
  
Force it down, let it out of your mouth— take a look in the mirror and see that vanity runs in vein.

It's not that I don't want to have you on my mind//just to hold my breath until thoughts of any kind turn blue.
And now you know where you'll find me//with my future behind me.

It's not the finest hour to begin to doubt the situation which you got yourself involved//because it's not Mr. Chan's fault that you thought you found a way//to confuse the night for day//instead feeling stayed//not muted just downplayed.


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