All Turned Blue

You gotta listen to yourself
 Don't put too much stock
 In anybody else's opinions of you.
 Are they wearing your shoes?
 Another late night mission
 With this crippling hesitation to find you.
 We left it too late
 And now we're wondering
 Why there's another light on
 Another candle in another window
 For a part of you
 That's never coming home
 When she said she loved you
 Did she mean she loved you?
 Or just the idea, of what you could do, for her?
 It's all turned blue for you
 It used to be silver and gold
 Now you just
 Do what you're told
 Suburbia has eaten what you've grown.
 And now, it's all gone cold
 These days I don't mind doing anything,
 As long as I remember it
 My mind, and my memory
 Have both gone to
 Pot calls the kettle black
 And swung around the back
 For a final drag meet
 Salt the earth and scorch my feet
 Because I'm here, with my same bag of used opinions
 When I said I loved you
 Did I mean I loved you?
 Or just the idea, of what I could do, for you?
 It's all turned blue for me
 I've lived my life in red, gold and green
 Now I've seen
 All I'll see
 Suburbia has reaped what I sowed
 And now, it's all gone cold
 I've got a spring in my step but nowhere to spring to
 And if I squint at this lamp post maybe it looks like the moon.
 But I never expected my hard choices to come to career vs life
 I don't like having to make bad decisions for you
 It's all turned blue for you.
 It used to be silver and gold,
 Now we just
 Do what we're told
 Suburbia has eaten what we've grown.
 And now, it's all gone cold