Lyrics

I remember picking paint when we moved in here
And you said to the man "Anything but blue."
I'm reminded 'cause here I am alone
With a brush in my hand, getting over you

Here I am trying to hide every memory
Trying to cover everything we knew
It might be easy for me to stay here
If only I could forget about you
But I don't know how, and I wonder now
What goes with blue?

There's a shoe box on the floor in the closet
Full of ticket stubs, photographs, and letters you wrote
I've got two voices fighting in my head
One says "throw it away," the other says "don't"

Here I am trying to hide every memory
Trying to cover everything we knew
It might be easy for me to stay here
If only I could forget about you
But I don't know how, and I wonder now
What goes with blue?

I still haven't changed the message on the machine;
Everytime I turn around, it's always one more thing

Here I am trying to hide every memory
Trying to cover everything we knew
It might be easy for me to stay here
If only I could forget about you
But I don't know how, and I wonder now
What goes with blue?

C2002 Steven Howell, BMI