Your blue devils are giving me the heebie-jeebies
with their condescensions and pretensions
They know what they know
but they refuse to show
how they live rent free in your true intentions
Your blue devils are giving me the heebie-jeebies
with their after office hours and working from home showers
They live in your pajamas
and compose all that drama
that keeps our world
smelling of flowers
Sleep is meant for billions of stars
not just one
As I draw the curtains
again you're done
Your blue devils are giving me the heebie-jeebies
with their seraphic surety
and their persistent purity
They're baked into your plans
and soaked into your jam
and colour my world with melody