How Blue

If I had the girl we would sleep days. Put dimes in the jukebox by night, listening as darkness plays. But her haunting green eyes, yet do remain. lost among twisted highways, searching left me insane. If I had the girl, I might get out of this rut. Loneliness seems my only companion, realization lays fierce in my gut. I know very well, The feeling of absent hope. The hurt and pain you expel, with no way to cope. Scared of remaining alone, another long day. Wanting the end to save me, to carry me far away. Coming to terms I'm blue. Voicing my lonesome plea. I know now certain things to be true, If only true to me. If I had the girl, who saw things the same. Saw how a pine tree smells cold. How being sad, seems better when it rains. The girl that knows the little things. Like how a closet door is never fully shut. She knows the comfort the cold side of a pillow brings, and thinks pure bred no better than mutt. Yet I only know sadness so heavy, it's hard to breath. Insupportable loneliness so steady, I yearn for it to leave. The solution must not involve, the business end of a gun. Cannot hang from the end of a rope. Nor be found at the bottom of bottles, Emptied their whiskey and rum. Feels so old, being blue. getting up tomorrow, missing today. There is no more me, left to look for you. So my eyes meet the stars, my mind slips away.