Colour girl, caught up in a perfect
world
Stuck between your straightened lines,
Just pretend you're fine,
you're not
I know for sure that you're not.
You're rotting.

Sharpened face
Folders can't replace unsaid
words stuck down your mouth.
Your smile is falling South
for Summer.
Feed it
Or it'll leave forever.

You have been warned
You have been warned

Tap on the table
Line up the pens
Repeat, rinse,
rinse, repeat
once again
You'll never be clean
But, no one is clean

You aim to be squeaky
and lean.

You've washed away your hue,
and spat it
out on paper
Your blood is gone
The ink seeps strong
Your will has turned
to vapour.

In the end you're just a faker,
Haven't you learnt that we're all fakers?

Tap on the table
Line up the pens
Repeat, rinse,
rinse, repeat
once again
You'll never be clean
But, no one is clean.

Who the hell's clean?

Wash away the colour
Wash away the colour
Wash away your colour