Sight of You

the sight of you the sight of you makes me feel blue makes me feel blue the things you said the things you said make me feel bad my heart is sad i think of him i think of him soaked all in red i wish him dead you say that he you say that he's nothing

Your play is incense turned into uncalled sweats after all you've done, and I'm over you yeah I know your heart is out the door Let me grab my feelings from the floor With everything said, and I'll get over you yeah I'm Just playing Oh baby why don't