I was listening to Jack’s Mannequin today and thought “Bruised” and “Dark Blue” would make a good mashup. They’re both sort of sad songs, so I enjoyed piecing together a new, wistful story. Plus, bruises are sometimes dark blue.
I’ve got my things, I’m good to go
You met me at the terminal
I don’t, don’t know
What you could possibly expect
Under this condition-so
I’ll wait, I’ll wait
Just one more plane ride and it’s done
This night’s a perfect shade of
Dark blue, dark blue
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect, well
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
Well I’m here with you
I said the world could be burning
‘Til there’s nothing but
All I hear is what’s playing through the in-flight radio
Tell me how anybody thinks
Under this condition
And don’t fly fast
Oh pilot, can you help me?
Can you make this last?
And it was me and you
And hours pass, and hours pass, yeah, yeah
There was nothing we could do
It was dark blue