Red-Yellow

Leaning with the artless and the liquored, market talk without a rein
Reading off the carpet, painted target, what a jungle of a brain
Someone scattered lines around the table but they couldn't get it right
The swarm around the walnut starts to murmur like a television tide

I never knew what happened to the colour blue
I'm only here for thought of chewing straws with you

There's a feeling that I can't define
Like a solemn star in a southern sky
I guess my bones are on the lighter side
Because I've washed up loose and bright tonight

Bodies buzz to bullshit, I would call it, but they listen like a Squid
Chalk talk stirs the carcass, what an artist; does he even have a lid?
Can we move? And can we get it right?
Can we try? I want to get it right

I never knew what happened to the colour blue
I'm only here for thought of chewing straws with you

This is the key frame shade the counterpoint of void and lonely
If I could reform would I split the table
Stay here weirdo
Walk out weirdo
Steal their scene

There's a feeling that I can't define
Like the August limbs of a butterfly
I guess my bones are on the lighter side
Because I've washed up high and bright tonight

There's a feeling that I can't define
Like the buried tones of a foreign vibe
I brave on mess like I want to die
Gaze to drown
Think to cry