Sapphire

You only breathe in sapphire, so I'm not enough
You're used to kissing diamonds, so I'm too rough
My head spins straight down to the floor
Cause you walked out of a dream

Is my talking a bore? Cause I can't think
You're made of gold, you float, and I sink
Tell me if I'm getting old

Your eyes radiate emerald, so mine are dull and pale
You dress yourself in platinum, so I look old and stale
Now you're moving towards the door
And I just wanna scream

Is my talking a bore? Cause I can't think
You're made of gold, you float, and I sink
Tell me if I'm getting old

Tell me if I'm getting old, you make me weak
Cause you're so bold, but its grey when I speak

Tell me is my talking a bore? Cause I can't think
You're made of gold, you float, and I sink
Tell me if I'm getting old



Credits
Writer(s): Mattea Pyette
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