The Blue Room

I recently learned of an fellow Alumni who took a terrible path. Read the article. I was inspired to dive deep into a place I didn't necessarily want to go. This news affected me strongly, not only as a victim but now as a mother. Out came this song.

The Blue Room
Listen my little one
You’ve seen through a rosey calm
Where are these monsters from?
Their mothers upside down

And I hate and I hate breadcrumbs left in the cold
And I hate and I hate plucking of a red rose
Where you can go

Wearing these pantyhose
What are they running from?
They know he’s an angels face
With a devils gun

And they hate and they hate bloomers lost in the snow
And they hate and they hate icicles in birthday clothes
Now you can go

How could I get lost on a blue day?
How long til I get these feet underneath me?
Hold tight while I scream “hope that I bleed”
Inside I wouldn’t mind if I died in the blue room

Inside your Blue Room
Under a blood red moon
You want my union
Lost in a scream from a silent coup

And I hate and I hate when the lights are out
And I hate and I hate when you push me down
You can go

How could I get lost on a blue day?
How long til I get these feet underneath me?
Hold tight while I scream “hope that I bleed”
Inside I wouldn’t mind if you died in the blue room