Playing in my waistband Fingers trickle down Fascinated with the way the lace moves all around Your fingers take a dip They trickle down my back Warranting a hiss from me, (my) facade starts to crack The feeling that it leaves me-- With when you're away Makes me feel the color yellow, bright as summers day And oranges remind me Of the way you smell I catch a whiff and rewind to our game of show and tell Red is the flight That I'm catching later on Reminds me that I'm leaving and makes your touch feel like a con Green is my mind When I think of who I'm with Never with you, far away, you're feeling like a myth Blue is the sound Of your lips leaving mine As they throw away the butterflies and taste like Country time Indigo is heavy Weighing down my thighs I'm feeling dizzy and it's got me caught up and surprised Violet is ending Impossibility. Run around us singing 'darling..stand by me'
I clean the puddle up I throw it in the trash I hear it hit the metal, rainbow spills and feelings crash
The rainbow keeps on running The colors start to muddle I find them every morning in a technicolor puddle.