my hair is turning blue
shades of light gray

sweet november
are you close

I keep staring
hoping someone catches my eye

if you ever need a friend
don't come running

I'm in another world
lost in a memory

my past
present
and future are merging

into one
I can't find myself

I know I'm fading
waiting for all the leaves to fall
so I can pick them up
so I can crush them all

if I'm a color
I'm a sick blue