Color

"I don't think I can," I type into my phone
Waiting on a third bird to cross the pathway
Of my stone
I feel like a drone
Desperate to own
The parts of me that are tougher to grasp
So I can kick their ass

I don't wanna know
I don't wanna hear the score
Malintentions mixed with melatonin
And I haven't slept in a year or more
I don't wanna die
I don't want to lay in a Hearse
But I snooze the alarm
Because existing's the second worst

"I know that's not all," I reassure myself
As I sit in comfort
High up on a cozy shelf
Smellin' the breeze
Nowhere to be
The tandem time, the harmony
The perfect matching color theory

I don't need to know
I don't need to hear the score
Sonatinas and Valentina
And I haven't felt this joy before
I don't wanna fly
I don't want to leave the ground
What is there in the air
But a more muddled sound?

A tiny cry and my newest noise
Saddled with a lousy choice
Dive under in a tossed duvet
Parallel the whole day away
Back to the island made of our mattress
Cotton waves lap at your dress
The tide is here
So I'll carry you out of the sea



Credits
Writer(s): David Hulsey
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