the blues

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