Blue City Blues

Blue city Blue city Tell me all the things you see Blue city Blue city You're gonna be the death of me The world don't need another poet But nonetheless here I am A poet? Ha! If I can even call myself that I'm just another angry kid Unimpressed with the state of the world Trying to get a revolution By writing a bunch of meaningless words Blue city Blue city Whisper all the things you know Blue city Blue city Bathed in your unnatural glow I've lived a while now And I'm beginning to understand That life is just a game of cards In which we're all dealt losing hands The only way to win is lie Convince them that you're something more Otherwise they'll see your face And in it slam the door Blue city Blue city Show me who I really am Blue city Blue city Show me if you can