Are they yellow, green or grey?
because the color that they are doesn’t matter.
It’s the feeling they portray.
And those Summer stars are gone, but your smell is still on my pillow.
It’s Something Corporate. It’s The Shins. It’s spelling confusion with a K,
like Konstantine. You’re my Summer star.
I don’t need the real ones because I remember you who you are.
I'm okay.
Yellow, green or grey? You tell me. You know the color I hope for,
but with all the hell I put you through, I’d understand if they were light blue.
Just a reminder: We both know what it’s like to be alone.
And a bed of four leaf clovers sounds pretty nice
compared to any sacrafice I’d make for you.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 4:41 PM UTC
Are they yellow, green or grey?
because the color that they are doesn’t matter.
It’s the feeling they portray.
And those Summer stars are gone, but your smell is still on my pillow.
It’s Something Corporate. It’s The Shins. It’s spelling confusion with a K,
like Konstantine. You’re my Summer star.
I don’t need the real ones because I remember you who you are.
I'm okay.
Yellow, green or grey? You tell me. You know the color I hope for,
but with all the hell I put you through, I’d understand if they were light blue.
Just a reminder: We both know what it’s like to be alone.
And a bed of four leaf clovers sounds pretty nice
compared to any sacrafice I’d make for you.
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