Blue This Year

Blue This Year

 

Hey Baby, well maybe,

I’ll just keep singin’,

Just keep reason, believin’ s**t won’t stay lingered,

Fallen, too see ourselves, in telescopes.

Starrin’ up to the sky, so high,

It is, and I believe s**t won’t stay lingered,

 

And I just keep wishin’,

And no, baby wishes, aren’t comin’ true

Always road blocks

An’ waitin', an’ waitin'

For nothin to happen, still waitin' for you

Blue, the sea is.

And shootin' stars aren't til' next year,

and then next year.

 

But I don’t, need to be your f****n’ angel,

This year, but hell,

Baby, maybe. I’m wishin you were mine.

And damn baby, it must be the weather,

Cuz this blue won’t fade together.

 

Some words; unspoken, baby.

I think maybe, you could hear em’

if you listened closely

But I know that I’ve fucked it hard, baby

Crazy, maybe; but I hope one day,

Like today, you’ll see our shootin' stars,

Then maybe, baby you’ll be mine.

 

With our arms wide open, and your face to my heart
could it happen? Maybe, baby.

If we wouldn't float apart, maybe
would you be given to mine?

 

Placed in sun, where it burns, burns,

Blue sea…
baby, maybe, popped beer.

You’ll be mine. Baby…

Given to mine, maybe

Caught thinkin,' this year?

thought-spoken; unclear.

 

Blue This Year

Written By; Joshua Randall

Session IV: Eventually

Reviews

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your rhyme punctuates just in the right place..thats because you know your craft, to keep the rhythm of the piece moving along to perfection..delicious!

[An owl on the moon]

Your powerful lyric is filled with a gripping honesty. Your words reach for a place and time... not too far away... maybe this year...