The Art of Being Melancholic

Intro

Mm-hmm

Yeah

Blue

Oh

Verse 1

Silver buttons lined

Up like heavy little raindrops

Cold against my throat

Silk that feels like armor when I go outside

Bruised and velvet knees

Tucked beneath a navy wool coat

Morning in the glass

I don't bother hiding where I hide the lines

Pre-Chorus

There is no paint

Inside the drawer

Nothing is fake

Behind the door

Chorus

This is all I am

Just the blue you see

Every tear is sewn

Into high-waist seams

Fashion for the broken

High couture for me

What you get is true

What you get is me

What you see is all

Verse 2

Lazy steps today

Trailing shadows like a dark veil

Pills are on the wood

Static on the wire makes me want to scream

Left my pride somewhere

Underneath a rusted brass rail

Open at the ribs

Nothing here is polished like a fever dream

Pre-Chorus

There is no paint

Inside the drawer

Nothing is fake

Behind the door

Chorus

This is all I am

Just the blue you see

Every tear is sewn

Into high-waist seams

Fashion for the broken

High couture for me

What you get is true

What you get is me

What you see is all

Bridge

Cut the threads

Tear the lace

Watch the mess

Own the space

It's just the art of breathing low

The art of letting go

Chorus

This is all I am

Just the blue you see

Every tear is sewn

Into high-waist seams

Fashion for the broken

High couture for me

What you get is true

What you get is me

What you see is all

Post-Chorus

What you see is me

What you get is true

I don't dress it up

I don't dress it up

Pure

Blue

Blue

All blue

All blue