BloNo Blues

I’m two hours from Chicago, Illinois
Trying to turn into a man from a boy
At a school both my parents went to
How I wish they instinctively knew

Coming here was their decision, not mine
In these Twin Cities I’ll never be fine

Got the BloNo Blues
Got the BloNo Blues
I can’t shake these
Hard to handle
BloNo Blues

I’m failing all my college classes
I lost my expensive sunglasses
And my job, it sure does suck
So does this rusted beater truck

And everybody thinks I’ve got money
I’m on meds to stay sane and funny

Yet I’ve got the BloNo Blues
I’ve got the BloNo Blues
I can’t escape
These devastating
BloNo Blues

Bridge:
Nobody wants to get to know the real me
I’d rather be livin’ back home with my family
I could work for Dad to help lighten his load
It’s like I’ve been guided to the wrong road

I’ve got the BloNo Blues
I’ve got the BloNo Blues
And oh, I hate
This is my fate
I didn’t choose
I’m so afraid I’ll never lose

These BloNo Blues
These BloNo Blues
These BloNo Blues
These BloNo Blues

July 2, 2018