my bliss, it seems as likely
as being twenty twice
iced tea in hell
your heart without the ice
there may come a day
I trust apology
today is not that day
tomorrow?, maybe
you've punished me with prose
your words, they were so cold
you choose to be my cause and not , my cure
all I carry on my back
I'll carry back to you
I will not be the only one
who sees in blue
I carrry with me up this wall
careful I don't slip or fall
to you, I will give
the blue-est of blue
