Blue Dress

My pretty blue dress has a few loose seams You pull on them more every night in my dreams If it falls to pieces I'll be bared and exposed So I hug myself tightly to stay composed. My pretty blue dress has a few pieces gone At night, I cry soft as a whistling swan You wiped your shoes on the hem as you said goodbye And the stains seem to darken as days pass by. My pretty blue dress is falling apart Though some call the darkness a work of art Fragile fingers can no longer hold it as one So it seems the unraveling has just begun.