Unlikely Bus Stop Blues

I've been trying to move out on my own,
ever since you left me so alone.
You laughed with a smile on your pretty face,
can't seem to find myself in the right place.

I've been trying to move on,
I've been trying to move on.

Sitting alone as the cars drove by,
the headlights are preying on my own mind.
Figures on the wall they remind me of you,
why the fuck am I so fucking blue,
without you.

My bed still smells of you.
Your hair,
you dress,
and pretty face.

Bless in a dress (Or just a coincidence that happened at the right place at the right time, I honestly do not know anymore)

With your new red dress,
you walk with such class,
whenever I see you,
you just push me away.
With your new red dress,
you've made my life a mess.

We used to walk along all through the day,
now I can hardly see you,
just wanna say this to your face,
you empty me out.

Like your new red dress,
you're already stained,
easy to wash it,
yet it'll never change your face.