blue, do you know where you stand, alone, in a crowded room?
red hair is for her boldness, her "we can do it!" pledge.
passive aggressive red hair.
rage, and repetitive redness thrown into the air.
oh, cherry bomb, you fulfill my happy heart to make me smile, and I wish you could see that I'm really in denial.
that faded dark brown sky warms up every time you've got the chance to say hi.
sometimes when I look over at her, I want to devour her jet black pit of confusion just for my amusement.
you've got that same bright laugh similar to my favorite sunset blonde, and to be by your side feels just like home.
i don't know where this is going, but it's putting me in a mental state of haziness, purple makes my mind go round.
carousels ready to spin me until I puke out my feelings.
do you remember our shadows chased each other in the oceans reflection? hand holding, sandy toes, those were my teal days.
the bleach, it burns, but the pain gets me back on my feet, gives me my steady beat.
the lost stages.
I've gotten up and I'm ready to rock out acoustically, electrically.
pink is the time for change. you'll bow down before me, you'll admire me.
me and my gene simmons tongue.
pink tounge, pink brain.
I am a rock star and I feel alive.
my hair takes me places.
what can I say?
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