Speak Low If You Speak Love Art School
That blue coffee cup isn't of much use now
It collects change to fund the things that I'm not proud of
My friends all say that I have changed; forgot my roots and lost my way
Perhaps I've shifted since last Fall, but your painting still hangs on my wall
And every night you wear a new skirt and I used to care about buttoned-up shirts
Now I look forward to sleeping in and when the next day will begin
The next drink might swallow me, I know I shouldn't lift my lips to see
But after everything you put me through, I'm allowed to be as sad as you
I'm allowed to be as sad as you