Blue Dress

Avii Garde

I wanna be honest

And try to be humble

Where’s your little blue dress?

Was it ever really yours?

 

I’m running in protest

Soft touch behind the bubbles

Where’s my fuckin’ redress

Was it ever really yours?

 

Wake up, deep down under

Dead phone, cold floor, no thunder

Small room smells like my blood

Crunge face, oiled hair, eating mud

 

Please, come to get closer

Smoking in hangover

I just wanna tell ya, my old friend

But, still I don’t know what it ever meant

 

I wanna be honest

And try to be humble

Where’s your little blue dress?

Was it ever really yours?

 

I’m running in protest

Soft touch behind the bubbles

Where’s my fuckin’ redress

Was it ever really yours?

 

I wanna be honest

And try to be humble

Where’s your little blue dress?

Was it ever really yours?

 

I’m running in protest

Soft touch behind the bubbles

Where’s my fuckin’ redress

Was it ever really yours?