The Grass Is Blue

the grass is blue

i’ve had to think up a way to survive

since you said it’s over

told me good-bye

i just can’t make it one day without you

unless i pretend that the opposite’s true

rivers flow backwards

valleys are high

mountains are level

truth is a lie

i’m perfectly fine

and i don’t miss you

the sky is green

and the grass is blue

how much can a heart and a troubled mind take

where is that fine line before it all breaks

can one end their sorrow

just cross over it

and into that realm of insanitive bliss

there’s snow in the tropics

there’s ice on the sun

it’s hot in the arctic

and crying is fun

and i’m happy now

and i’m glad we’re through

and the sky is green

and the grass is blue

and the rivers flow backwards

and my tears are dry

swans hate the water

and eagles can’t fly

but i’m alright now

now that i’m over you

and the sky is green

and the grass is blue

and i don’t love you

and the grass is blue