Mr. Blues Mr. Blues keeps calling late Like he knows I’m still awake Says the night looks good on me I tell him that’s a strange thing to say I’ve been trying to feel alright Trying not to name every feeling Some days I’m fine until I’m not Some nights the ceiling starts breathing And I don’t wanna be a tragedy I don’t wanna make a scene I just want somebody beside me When I’m somewhere in between Mr. Blues, don’t stay too long I’ve got people I still love I’ve got songs I haven’t finished I’ve got mornings still to come I know you like the quiet hours When everything feels far away But I’ve been learning not every silence Has something terrible to say I still look into the mirror Like it owes me something new Some days I like what I’m becoming Some days I only look straight through And I still make jokes when I’m hurting Still act colder than I am Still want someone to understand me Without having to understand Mr. Blues, don’t stay too long I’ve got people I still love I’ve got pictures I still wanna take I’ve got mornings still to come Maybe I’ll never lose you Maybe you’ll just lose your chair Maybe one day you’ll knock softly And I won’t even know you’re there So stay if you have to Just don’t make yourself at home I’m getting tired of mistaking Being lonely for being alone Mr. Blues, the sun came up You should probably get going I’ve got nowhere special to be But for once, I feel like going.
