Colors

Your little brother never tells you but he loves You so. You said your mother only smiled on Her TV show. You're only happy when your sorry head is filled With dope. I hope you make it to the Day you're twenty-eight years old. You're drippin' like a saturated sunrise. You're spillin' like an overflowin' sink. You're ripped at every edge but you're a Masterpiece. And now you're tearin' through the pages and the Ink, Mm. Everything is blue, his pills, His hands, his jeans. And now I'm covered in the color, Pullin' apart at the seams. And it's blue. And it's blue. Everything is gray, his hair, his smoke, His drinks. And now he's so devoid of color, He don't know what it means. And he's blue. And he's blue. You were a vision in the mornin' when the Light came through. I know I've only felt religion When I've lied with you. You said you'll never be forgiven till your boys Are too. And I'm still wakin' every mornin' but It's not with you. You're drippin' like a saturated sunrise. You're spillin' like an overflowin' sink. You're ripped at every edge but you're a Masterpiece. And now you're tearin' through the pages and the Ink. Everything is blue, his pills, His hands, his jeans. And now I'm covered in the color, Pullin' apart at the seams. And it's blue. And it's blue. Everything is gray, his hair, his smoke, His drinks. And now he's so devoid of color, He don't know what it means. And he's blue. And he's blue