papillonette

blue

If you remember me tomorrow,
don’t go asking where I am.
I’ll be lodging with my sorrow
with a bottle in my hand
just outside the city limits
where the stars and lights compete.

Don’t go looking for your answers
in a soul that’s incomplete.

Please don’t go to so much trouble.
There is nothing you can do.
Don’t you know I’ll simply make you
blue?