you told me to sing the blues
you said that if my songs were all this sad
that they’d sound more like me to you
you said i was in my own world
you said that i was always somewhere else
that you never knew where i was
you said i looked so soft
you said i looked so gentle when i fell asleep next to you
that i looked peacefully beautiful
you said you were glad i was sober
you said you were glad i never did what you did
that i didn’t hurt myself like you did
you said that you loved me
you said i love you like you really meant it
three times you said it
you said you remembered
you said you remembered how much i loved billie holiday
that the blues were everything i was
you said you had a secret
you told me to keep it just between us
that chet baker was just for us
you asked me why
you asked me why i didn’t write anymore
that you missed my voice
you said you were alright
you said you were alright after arguing with you parents again
that you weren’t hurt
you said you were moving
you said that we would see each other again soon
that you wouldn’t forget me
please don’t forget me
because i’m not ready to forget you yet
please remember what i said
i need you to remember that i loved you
that i meant it
and i need you to know that i only love the blues
because they remind me of you