another recycled song

More cheese, please.

blue skies

why are you still here
whispering into my ears
why do you still bring back
colors of skies into my bed

I used to know what to say
though never knew what to do
but I can't wise up
so I can't keep up

you fly past the wind
but the sky is too blue
it blocks my view
of you

I can't see you anymore
through the midnight window
running down the street
in the then-come soft rain

so I slowly put my dreams
in a crumbled paper bag
and quickly flush it down
the ever-forgiving drains

as you fly past the wind
still the sky is too blue
it blocks my view
of you

I don't feel you anymore
just a shadow in my bathroom
brushing your long hair
washing your sad face
drying your dried tears
singing your soft song
that I can't remember anymore
I can't remember anymore