all the ions are missing electrons—we wander between conversations,
now & then we’ll form a compound, but in no time they break down,
+++ I think it’s only fair that I write this song,
+++ just a little taste of your own medicine
+++++ and I’m so easily distracted
+++++ by every little thing that passes,
+++++ when I wear my favorite colored glasses,
+++++ everything is blue, and everyone looks more like you…

at the reception, the self-deception reminds me that I’m no exception,
I’m alone here, same as last year, but that’s the least of what I fear..
+++ & you don’t know me, likely never will,
+++ one night I sang with you when I could not sit still
+++++ and I’m so easily distracted
+++++ by every little thing that passes,
+++++ when I wear my favorite colored glasses,
+++++ everything is blue, and everyone looks more like you…
+++ I think it’s only fair that I wrote this song,
+++ give you a little taste of your own medicine
+++++ and I’m so easily distracted
+++++ by every little thing that passes,
+++++ when I wear my favorite colored glasses,
+++++ everything is blue, and everyone looks more like you…