Chroma

Do you stare at the sun too long?
Wide eyes, can’t see, you’re blind
You should grow your hair out long
Look like those girls on TV
Always, I try, to look past your lies
Look for innocence in life
I look around; give me attention
I talk loud; are you here yet?
I scream words of sex and drugs!
The realization that no one gives a fuck
Always, I try, to look past your lies
Look for innocence in life
In the morning time
We lay in your bed
I don’t wanna be alone
Please get stuck in my head
(Two, three, four…)
I don’t feel right
And I don’t have to be nice
Save it for your phone
I don’t sing much; that’s not an answer
I don’t walk much, but you’re a dancer
Look like you’ve been everywhere
That’s the kind of wear and tear I need in my life
There’s nothing that’s quite like…
She likes bad religion, new ignition
Look down, you’re upon the ground
It’s like my heart can’t take this kind of pressure
You’re a taxing endeavor
Look down, you’re upon the ground
It’s like my heart can’t take this kind of pressure
You’re a taxing endeavor