The Blueness of Chastity

Once upon a time I lost myself
But you found me
Among the empty bottles and over flowing ashtrays
'Pull yourself together'
You'd whispered angrily
And because I trusted you, I tried
I re-painted myself
(Picasso in his blue period)
And modelled myself on innocence
Wide eyes, nervous hands
Standing before you for inspection
But you'd already lost interest
So where am I left hanging now?
Among the dusty rafters?
Or back in that park?
(Sway)
Someone is bound to bump their head
On my dangling feet
And say 'Oh! There you are!'
And it would begin all over again