Ouch: i'm still not over you

I used to think he was lovely

I used to think he was lovely

the way he said my name

the way he went about my hips

and holding tight my gaze

I said he was the kindest

and he was kind to me

convinced that for him

I'd do anything

but he colored me blue

and he colored be gray

face pink in a shock

skin green in dismay

I sang him my soul

and he held all my dreams

I showed him my wounds

and he watched me bleed

he thought I was lovely

his shimmering jewel

and now, oh now

I'm a fool, oh a fool

it doesn't feel lovely 

alone in the rain

his soul-prints had left me

a permanent stain