Call me proud, or call me persistent,
Tell me how foolish I am for wanting you.
Just call me, please,
For I’ve been alone,
And loneliness drags me back to the blue.
Bleu, Azul, Blue—
A color I can't escape,
You made me despise it,
For blue is me without you.

I hope you know that i used to be yellow.
But i guess the green wasn't part of our nature.
Blue is not only what's left of me and you
Blues is what i listen while taking in the last view