colors of crayola and i saw you take on what you couldnt, what you shouldnt (what no one can be expected to) but it really wasnt all that much. but i cried not that we were yelling i cried not that we were letting loose more so that it might be true the picture of perfection shattered scattered at the walls base and this atmosphere spinning heads like the speeding jerking turns at the corners, at the crossroads and maybe you should just sleep it off and hopefully i can just leave here