Why call it blue   When you’re feeling like crap   Why associate it with a beautiful color like that   Why is high   Better than low   The better the blow      It wasn’t true it was never there   But Alice need to share   Why look for reasons when you know it was   Just a joke   Why make so much out of smoke   Why is there nothing when there’s so much to do   Why pick your graveyard for something new      It wasn’t true it was never there   But Alice, she doesn’t care      She doesn’t care for you      It wasn’t true it was never there   But Alice, she doesn’t care      Why is it real when you’re starting to sink   What is it about pain that makes you think   Why do you say pinch me when things are    Going wel   Is it just so unfamiliar   That you really can’t tell      If it was true, if it was real   But Alice she need to feel   It was      She needs to feel it was   She’ll play her games on you