The mirrors in the room go black and blue - Ryan Adams

As a man I ain’t never been much for sunny days.
I’m as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange.
But when the color goes out of my eyes, it’s usually the change.
But damn, Sam, I love a woman that rains.

While the things I do kill me, they just tell me to relax

Real. Real like a plastic bouquet
That thrives on the smoke from an old fireplace
And dies every night with her face on the news.
Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare and their shoes.
The only difference is,
The only difference is,
Nobody can cry -
It's hard to do
For most folks, without a reason why.