It was all just a dream,
Wrapped with a blue ribbon,
Blue, my favourite colour
in the rainbow.

It was Picasso paintings
to a blind audience,
A standing ovation for
things we didn't understand.
We didn't need to,
I get that now.

Blue,
you are what I
imagine the sky tastes like.
I still hear the claps,
and it reminds me
of your hands,
The hands that
remind you of
your mother.

It was all dark clouds
on a sunny day,
Nostalgic nightmares
that made us smile,
You do that,
you know?
Smile, when I look at you.
Blue, my colour of happiness,
my colour of truth.

It was London weather,
all the time,
The kind that forced
you to stay inside
with yourself,
It was blurred lines,
and cracked mirrors,
Novacane on days
I felt most alive,
It was everything,
and then some.
It was all just a dream,
And I'm never
waking up from it.