Sky Is Not Blue

I made you these construction paper dolls

Connected by the hands with tiny little faces

And now I'll hang them on the walls

So you can see the people filling up the spaces

I think I am the only one

To ever realize that I am

The only one to realize what's true

When all the world is stuck in a jam

The sky is not blue

I made you this defective little song

Connected by the chords, connected and melodic

And if you think I sing it wrong

Or if you think it sounds a little too robotic

Just let me know, I'll understand

And maybe when I play it next week

I'll think of you and make it pristine

As long as you repeat after me

The grass is not green

I might have stated what I thought before

I might have kept it in, my memory is failing

I might have stumbled through the door

You might have stared and asked what I had been inhaling

I might have blinked, I might have sighed

I might have been a has-might-have-been

But if you really heard what I said

You'd understand the mindset I'm in

Where roses aren't red

I'm setting up my tiny little town

A Lego set in which I'm planning to retire

It's really time I settled down

But not before I set everything on fire

Put on my boots, and stamp it out

The little yellow people don't care

They never did, and they never do

And yet they seem to speak with their stare

They tell me things I can't deny

They tell me I'm a sap, I'm a square

They tell me things I already knew

The greatest of the secrets they share

The sky is not blue