Color of My Eyes
Summer smells like salicylic acid
And tastes like peppermint tea
Every time the world slows down
The memories of the future come rushing back to me
It's hard to see
The color of my eyes
I collect the things that hurt me
And I try to keep myself clean
But every time the world slows down
Golden hour doesn't quite last long enough
It's hard to see
The color of my scars
I collect the things that hurt me, can't you see?
And I find it hard to part with things
That mean so much to me
The ticking of the clock is killing me
And I find it hard to block it out
When timing is the key
Every time I start to draw
The process takes control of itself
"How are you so good at art?"
I'd tell you if I thought I knew
I'm just sad
It's hard to see
The color of my eyes
Often times I cry at night
And wake up when my eyes are dry
My dreams are getting vivid-er
So much so, the cryptids there are comforting
It's hard to see
The color of the sky
I collect the things that hurt me, can't you see?
And I find it hard to part with things
That mean so much to me
The ticking of the clock is killing me
And I find it hard to block it out
When timing is the key
Oh I'm so lonely
Oh I'm still glowing
And tastes like peppermint tea
Every time the world slows down
The memories of the future come rushing back to me
It's hard to see
The color of my eyes
I collect the things that hurt me
And I try to keep myself clean
But every time the world slows down
Golden hour doesn't quite last long enough
It's hard to see
The color of my scars
I collect the things that hurt me, can't you see?
And I find it hard to part with things
That mean so much to me
The ticking of the clock is killing me
And I find it hard to block it out
When timing is the key
Every time I start to draw
The process takes control of itself
"How are you so good at art?"
I'd tell you if I thought I knew
I'm just sad
It's hard to see
The color of my eyes
Often times I cry at night
And wake up when my eyes are dry
My dreams are getting vivid-er
So much so, the cryptids there are comforting
It's hard to see
The color of the sky
I collect the things that hurt me, can't you see?
And I find it hard to part with things
That mean so much to me
The ticking of the clock is killing me
And I find it hard to block it out
When timing is the key
Oh I'm so lonely
Oh I'm still glowing
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Writer(s): Asher Robino
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