Play the Blues
Through static, the radio plays on.
Doesn't it know that you are gone?
Wish you'd told "DJ Cheery Chappie"
There's no reason to be happy.
All the loved-up songs he plays
Bring back memories of our days.
Doesn't he know to play the blues?
Or at least announce it on the news?
Doesn't he care that you're not there?
To run your fingers through my hair?
You're with her, and I'm alone;
Can't even call you on the phone.
Can't he see I miss you so?
Couldn't he tell you not to go?
Can't he just tell you who to choose?
The least he could do is play the blues.