Quindon Tarver - Making me blue

My Body Is Changing To Fit Itself Around Your Shoe And My Insides Are Aching To Be Closer to You You're Like a Crevice Like a Crack, Not a Trace I Can't Make Myself Small Enough To Fit in Your Space If You Come Down, If You Come Down, If You Come Down Down Off Your One-legged Horse Your Immortal Course Is Making Me Blue, Yeah You're Making Me Blue, Yeah My Limbs Are Changing My Heart Is Filled With Growing Pains But You Are So Perfect A Brittle Vessel Filled With Rain You're Like a Rock You're Like a Razor, Like a Tack You're Pulse Is Pale But Your Humor's Always Black If You Come Down, If You Come Down, If You Come Down Down Off Your One-legged Horse Your Immortal Course You're Making Me Blue, Yeah You're Making Me Blue, Yeah I'm Your Servant I'm Down On My Knees I'll Be Wishing You Here After I Leave I Would Worship You Irreverently Just Meet Me Half Way And I Will Lay You Down Come Towards Me, Baby We Fit Together Like a Couple of Spoons Although One Moment the Spell Is Wrought Hope no One Opens This Velvet Drawer Love Is Always Over Too Soon But I Want to Hold You Forever in Flight'til We're Two Old Flames There's a Mighty Thin Line Dancing By a Dim Light If You Just Come Down, If You Come Down Won't You Please Come Down Down Off Your One-legged Horse Your Immortal Course Is Making Me Blue, Yeah You're Making Me Blue, Yeah And My Body Is Changing...To Fit Itself Around Your Shoe(Line May Not Be Sung- End With "Changing..."