Why call it blue
When you’re feeling like crap
Why associate it with a beautiful color like that
Why is high
Better than low
The better the blow

It wasn’t true it was never there
But Alice need to share
Why look for reasons when you know it was
Just a joke
Why make so much out of smoke
Why is there nothing when there’s so much to do
Why pick your graveyard for something new

It wasn’t true it was never there
But Alice, she doesn’t care

She doesn’t care for you

It wasn’t true it was never there
But Alice, she doesn’t care

Why is it real when you’re starting to sink
What is it about pain that makes you think
Why do you say pinch me when things are
Going wel
Is it just so unfamiliar
That you really can’t tell

If it was true, if it was real
But Alice she need to feel
It was

She needs to feel it was
She’ll play her games on you