by Regina Spektor
(an excerpt)
But those with blue [eyes] I shouldn't trust
'Cause I myself have blue
You fall for them so easy
You think you see right through
You take a leap, thinking the water is deep
When suddenly it's just grey rain
Then puddles at your feet, they freeze to dirty ice
But somehow they'll melt back to clean blue water once again
Confusing...
Blue eyes, they change like the weather
Blue sea, blue sky, blue pain
I wouldn't trust my own blue-eyed reflection
As far as I could throw that mirror.
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