Norman fucking Rockwell

Goddamn man-child You fucked me so good that I almost said I love you You're fun and you’re wild But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through Your poetry's bad and you blame the news But I can’t change that and I can't change your mood ah 'Cause you're just a man It's just what you do Your head in your hands As you color me blue Yeah you're just a man All through and through Your head in your hands As you color me blue Blue blue blue Goddamn man-child You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two Self-loathing poet resident Laurel Canyon know-it-all You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you But I don't get bored I just see you through Why wait for the best when I could have you You 'Cause you’re just a man It’s just what you do Your head in your hands As you color me blue Yeah you're just a man All through and through Your head in your hands As you color me blue Blue blue You make me blue Blue blue Blue blue blue Blue blue blue