The Blackest Day

Carry me home, got my blue nail polish on
It's my favorite color and my favorite tone of song
I don't really wanna break up, we got it going on
It's what you gathered from my talk, but you were wrong
It's no easy for me to talk about
I have heavy heartstrings
I'm not simple, It's trigonometry
It's hard to express, I can't explain
Ever since my baby went away
It's been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It's all that I play
Because I'm going deeper and deeper
Harder and harder
Getting darker and darker, looking for love
In all the wrong places
Oh my god
Carry me home, got my new car and my gun
Wind in my hair, holding your hand, listen to a song
Carry me home, don't wanna talk about the things to come
Just put your hands up in the air, the radio on
Cause there's nothing for us to talk about
Like the future and those things
Now that he's gone, I can feel nothing
You should've known better
Thant to have, to let her
Got you under her spell of the weather
I got you where I want you
You're deader than ever and falling for forever
I'm playing head games with you
Got you where I want you
It's not one of those phases I'm going through
Or just a song, It's not one of them
I'm on my own
On my own, on my own again