TK
10/03/09, 11:07 PM
I need to break out of this coat
That I've been breaking in,
But my eyes won't adjust,
The color's just too damn dim.
So I need to sweep some grays
Up underneath my bed, or
Tuck a couple of them inside those
Wooden boxes kept inside my closet.
Even though, I know, they're not gone
But at least I won't see them every day
And that's the first step in adjusting yourself
And moving on. So I hear anyway.
Have I been wearing sun glasses
Or some dirty contact lenses?
The lights are flickering,
I can tell a bulb's about to die.
I wonder if it will explode, or
Just simmer out it's last few moments
Of being the sign that illuminates Yale's skyline.
Poof, it goes, and it's even darker now
Why should I keep looking for a bright spot
When there's not one to be found?
Have I been wearing sun glasses
Or some dirty contact lenses?
A pin of color tossed into an black and gray haystack.
Tell me, how am I ever supposed to find that?
It would be much easier just to give this up,
Focus on those past TV color moments I had
And just say it's time to go back to 1935.
The world always wears a new costume,
But it fails to ever carry another tint
And frankly, I'm fucking sick of it.
The same goes for this circus act
Of balancing blues and grays on the same
Pole. It doesn't work. It never does.
That I've been breaking in,
But my eyes won't adjust,
The color's just too damn dim.
So I need to sweep some grays
Up underneath my bed, or
Tuck a couple of them inside those
Wooden boxes kept inside my closet.
Even though, I know, they're not gone
But at least I won't see them every day
And that's the first step in adjusting yourself
And moving on. So I hear anyway.
Have I been wearing sun glasses
Or some dirty contact lenses?
The lights are flickering,
I can tell a bulb's about to die.
I wonder if it will explode, or
Just simmer out it's last few moments
Of being the sign that illuminates Yale's skyline.
Poof, it goes, and it's even darker now
Why should I keep looking for a bright spot
When there's not one to be found?
Have I been wearing sun glasses
Or some dirty contact lenses?
A pin of color tossed into an black and gray haystack.
Tell me, how am I ever supposed to find that?
It would be much easier just to give this up,
Focus on those past TV color moments I had
And just say it's time to go back to 1935.
The world always wears a new costume,
But it fails to ever carry another tint
And frankly, I'm fucking sick of it.
The same goes for this circus act
Of balancing blues and grays on the same
Pole. It doesn't work. It never does.