Norman Fucking Rockwell

Goddamn, man-child
You fucked me so good that I almost said: I love you
You're fun and you're wild
But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through

Your poetry's bad and you blame the news
But I can't change that and I can't change your mood
Mmm

'Cause you're just a man
It's just what you do
Your head in your hands as you color me blue
Yeah, you're just a man
All through and through
Your head in your hands as you color me blue

Blue
Blue
Blue

Goddamn, man-child
You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two
Self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon know-it-all
You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you

But I don't get bored, I just see it through
Why wait for the best when I could have you?
You

'Cause you're just a man
It's just what you do
Your head in your hands as you color me blue
Yeah, you're just a man
All through and through
Your head in your hands as you color me blue

Blue
Blue
You make me blue
Blue
Blue, mmm

Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue