16 Shades Of Blue

Are you telling me it’s over
Disintegrating, lost, and there’s nothing I can do?
Before you drop another verbal bomb
Can I arm myself with Cezanne’s 16 shades of blue?
As my heart is slowly ripping into pieces
Disconnecting from the circuits of my mind
«You'll get over it,» you say, «in time»
In time?
If the clocks are black
Absorbing everything but
A remembering
How we made it that
Clocks are black
You say, «Get over it if 50 is the new black
Hooray this could be your lucky day»
But my cables they are surging
Almost overloading as you disengage
Could your heart be slowly ripping into pieces
Disconnecting from the circuits of your mind?
«We'll get over it,» you say «in time»
In time
If the clocks are black
Absorbing everything but
A remembering
How we made it that
Clocks are black
«That's it you’re done
You’ve screwed up your life»
Before you’ve begun
There are those who say
I am now too old to play
See over there at 33 she fears she’ll lose her job
Because they hear the ticking of her clock
At only 15 — I said 15 — they say her future’s bleak
She should have started this at 3
As her heart is slowly ripping into pieces
Disconnecting from the circuits of her mind
«She'll get over it,» you say, «In time»
In time?
Stop Father Time
If the clocks are black
Absorbing everything but
A remembering
How we made it that
Clocks are black
Before you drop another verbal bomb
Can I arm myself with Cezanne’s 16 shades of blue?