I like to write in blue, it's my favorite color.
I think in blue, it's a comfort thing.
Blue's body matches the exact physique of my sadness.
It gives me goodnight kisses,
My thoughts are envious of this so they jump out for their turn with her too.
She is their idol.
So they paint themselves blue,
Fitting right in with the rest of me.
Blue is a sad color,
The only color I see.