Gray (feat. Rocio del Mar)

She sits alone in her room, the cigarettes burn
Wails along with the stars, waits for her turn
A twelve-year-old girl with unwavering faith in her best days
But as she tries to pretend that she's not twenty-four
She is losing her hair, it carpets the floor
And the strands of her dreams turn an unassuming shade
Of lifeless gray
The world is so damn gray

He pays a grand every month for the hole where he sleeps
The welcome mat at the door is his bachelor's degree
He stoically stumbles on, but at least twice a year
His back will break
And then he'll lie on his bed, stare a hole in the ceiling
Glare up at the damn thing, til it starts disappearing
But he won't find the sky, just a shroud of that old, familiar gray
The world is so damn gray

Have your mother and father lied to you this whole time?
Were the textbooks you read less reason than rhyme?
You can't recall when or why your well-travelled feet turned into clay

But chasing down part-time jobs has become your profession
You can blame the bad weather, chalk it up to depression
And you can choose greens and blues
But the color of truth was always gray
The world is so damn gray