and all of the notes sound the same
sometimes the colors are grey
sometimes the sky hates the rain
sometimes the water is green
and all of the trees are tangerine
through the looking glass darkly
things aren't always what they seem
and the watercolor bleeds
and reality's obscene
out of focus indistinct
oversaturated
sometimes the truth is all blurry
sometimes the path is hard to see
through the haze of violent memories
hear my voice child run to me
sometimes perception's screened
and the signs are hard to read
so contradictory
are the smoke filled memories
overcomplicated to me
sometimes the flowers are stoned
sometimes the sky feels all alone
and the clouds will shed their tears
and the sun will reappear
and the watercolor bleeds
and reality's obscene
out of focus indistinct
overcomplicated
Yeah