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Technicolor Phase
If you cut me i suppose i would bleed the colors of the evening stars
you can go anywhere you wish cuz ill be there, wherever you are
i am the red in the rose
& i am the gray in the ghost
i am the green in the grass
& i am the blue in your back alley view
that bends back from underneath your feet
that hides with your clothes behind your closet door
the flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor
where the horizen and the rooftops meet
when we are lost in the technicolor phase
i am the black in the book the letters on the pages that you memorize
& i am the orange in the overcast of the color that you visualize
i am the white in the walls that soak up all the sound when you cannot sleep
Cuz i am the peach in the starfish on the beach that wish the habor wasn't quite so deep
my darling
