Bleu de Chanel, it clings to the night

A lingering ghost, a faded light

The cedar and citrus, a perfect disguise

For the man who left, but never said goodbye

Bleu de Chanel, it stays in the air

A scent so rich, yet it feels unfair

It wraps around me, sharp and grim

I can’t escape the scent of him

Each note is a memory, each spritz a wound

A story of us that ended too soon

The sandalwood whispers, the incense calls

But his love dissolved like the spray on the walls

Bleu de Chanel, it stays in the air

A scent so rich, yet it feels unfair

It wraps around me, sharp and grim

I can’t escape the scent of him

It follows me home, it lingers too long

A trace of a love that feels so wrong

In every breath, his presence remains

Bleu de Chanel, the scent of my pain

Bleu de Chanel, both poison and cure

A reminder of him I can’t ignore

Though he’s gone, it pulls me in

Forever haunted by the scent of him