Lately I've been wearing black and blue.
I've been dressing like a bruise for you.
I can't seem to wrap my head around
The way my heart travels south.
Well it's just the way it goes.
I've got my brittle bones wrapped in bows for you.
These days I only seem to dream in black and white.
Areas of grey always dodge my eyes.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever think about me
(just me, just lil ol' me)
Not in a lovely way, but just wondering if I'm okay.
Well it's just the way it goes.
I've got my brittle bones wrapped in bows for you.