Baby blue tastes like American Spirits and cheap liquor too,
Looking at him I know there’s nothing more I can do.
His jokes are growing stale, his laugh is the quietest in the room
Looking at him I know he’s accepted his own doom.
Baby blue is one more drink, one more mistake from fading away,
And I can’t watch him spiral anymore so he tells me that I can’t stay.
I kiss him on the cheek on his stained leather seats
Choosing to walk alone, willing to bear the Summer heat.
Baby blue has the prettiest eyes even when he’s yelling at me with anger.
I know his longest love will be his lifelong infatuation with danger,
but Baby blue thinks I’m the villain, so he’ll hate me until I’m a stranger.