It is all grey, everything around me.
I look beyond myself most days to attempt repair.
I miss the pink peonies and the overwhelming tangerine.
I wish it would come find me, like the way I look for you,
In everything and everyone.

But I can't see...
Everything is grey.
And I try to look beyond myself most days to attempt repair.
But sometimes I look too far and I reach the edge,
where there's nothing left.

It is all just grey.