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