Blue

You miss me like a heater in hell as analogies go it's a poor one to tell

But nobody sees you down on your knees

Although if it's true then you know that you might as well

As cliches go they say you reap just what you sow

Just so you know

If it keeps you satisfied but it makes me sad it's fine

It's just you and the sky and you're blue all of the time

But then something isn't right

I berate myself for the lie

It's just me and the sky and I'm blue of a different kind