Blue All Over

i'm a little bored with just the garden i've been given
and i'll step out and find my way without your kind permission.
and if i fall
if i trip along the way
if i choke on all the mysteries that i have swallowed up
i know it isn't your concern
it isn't your concern
and i'll just blue
all over.

i'm a little tired of veils and masking what i'm given
and i'll run naked, writhe beside instead of under
all in my own skin
and if i cry
if i feel along the way
if i crumble sweetly along with my red heart
i know it isn't your concern
it isn't your concern
and i'll just blue
all over.

i'm a little full up with the task that i've been given
and i'm afraid of pedestals so high that i can't balance
i am no idol, please
so if i turn
if i turn and walk away
if i prefer that i'm my own and not just vessel-doll
i know i'll let you down
it isn't your concern
and i'll just blue
all over.

tell those three that nothing's happened here today.