I don't know where I'm going
but it's where I want to be

Even if it's two doors down from home
or in a cabin where the only color you see is white

Because here and now
my colors are draining
and I'm nothing
but a bag of bones

There's nothing, but bruises
from where my memories used to be
and everything I touch
turns to coal

But if I cross my fingers
and sew my eyes shut
maybe I can go back to when
my eyes were blue
not grey
and my lips were pink
not white

So I've decided to pack my bags
and start the car and drive until
I'm out of tears