The sky’s a shade of lost gray and maybe lurid blue someday
Something sweet, so tell me what I want to hear
Leaving me to question whether I should stay or swim away
Or live life in this gleeful gray
The times I actually don’t stare lowly at my feet or gaze into the cracks
I look upwards, albeit sidelong at faces of this sea that houses me
And I’ll come by different shades, some warm, some cool
And find different ways of leaving and watching those who have left be dead
It's not quite appropriate to be living that way, in a sea that isn’t quite gray
The worst and greatest blessing is to never know
Something sweet, so tell me what I want to hear
Or leave me wondering if I should stay or swim away
Or live life in this gleeful gray