All My Friends Are Turning Blue
LØREN
All my friends are turning blue
And I can't sing along with you
Restless nights and scenic feuds
Regret the things we didn't do
They passed us right by
Said all my friends are turning blue
Tender age has gone in gloom
Further away from things to prove
No red lights or interviews
And all we're left with
Are running away
She don't like the way you hold her
Now it all seems far away
All the wet matches we break
Long complaints will dull our needle
Eyes out for greatness
Without shape or distance
Keep head high with doubt in mine
Kill myself or least my time
Black and white to paint a few
Mouth of gas from me to you
Well that's just alright
Now I can't take what I can't find
More rest for the uninspired
Those I wish I never knew
Both thumbs up don't help to choose
If we don't realize
We can't leave
We're never gonna
She don't like the way you hold her
Now it all seems far away
All the wet matches we break
Long complaints will dull our needle
Eyes out for greatness
Without shape or distance
See the world as it sees me
Don't fight the vacancy
Come stand on both bad knees
Guess I never cared enough
Is this you ever meant to be
Ships in the attic your call to free
Unattended mind drowns you slowly
