Colors

Your little brother never tells you but he loves You so. You said your mother only smiles 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 dripping like a saturated sunrise. You're spilling like an overflowing sink. You're ripped at every edge but you're a Masterpiece. And now you're tearing through the Pages and the ink, mm. Everything is blue. His pills, his hands, his jeans. And now I'm covered in the colors pulled apart At the seams. And it's blue. And it's blue. Everything is gray. His hair, his hope, His dreams. And now he's totally void of color, He don't know what it means. And he is blue. And he is blue. You were a vision in the morning 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 waking every morning but It's not with you. You're dripping like a saturated sunrise. You're spilling like an overflowing sink. You're ripped at every edge but you're a Masterpiece. And now you're tearing through the Pages and the ink. Everything is blue. His pills, his hands, his jeans. And now I'm covered in the colors pulled apart At the seams. And it's blue. And it's blue. Everything is gray. His hair, his hope, his dreams. And now he's totally void of color, he don't Know what it means. And he is blue. And he is blue