I don't know how to save you,

From turning blue on me

'til I take notice again.

Or from whining whenever you see

A person smiling,

In your direction.

No self- deprecation,

In your soul


All my humour leaves you cold.

You are older than your years

And stupider than I feared-

Violin's only sing if they're tuned,


And yours is running low-

On the tears of your younger years.

And all your angst that you so

Adore to show.

What worth are you?

When your only shade is blue.

And your only topic is you.

And there's nothing new with you.


Never ever,

Across the street- sugar.

Up the road is the way to-