Lovely Lonely

I watch the sun rise before I fall asleep. Not because of wild nights, but thoughts that guard my dreams. My lonely blues the colour I use to paint the sky That I picture through my attic blinds. Oh my eyes are holy, They're all that's left to hold me Closer to a stranger who's username consoles me. Honey oh you're lovely Oh but honey I'm so lonely. If the pen runs out of ink If the phone never rings Could end up boiling silver by a dirty kitchen sink. Ma won't like the pictures of syringes that I'm painting, Illusions of her holding my body, cold, shaking. Oh my eyes are holy, Haven't slept again they know me. Bags besides my nose, Sweet accessory expose me. Honey oh you're lovely Oh but honey I'm so lonely.