Colorful lies,
Pastels the color of your lips,
On mine.

Colorful eyes,
Pastels the color of your lips,
Without mine.

Narcotic sleep so sound,
I thought We'd wake deep under ground.
And your colorful lies,
Don't make me see home no more.

No, no more.

It's been a while,
Since I've slept so soundly.
My head is filled with thoughts,
Suicidal, so profoundly.

So don't tell me to put it down,
This razor feels so comfortable.
Like your colorful eyes,
And the pastels that bleed from the hole made by this,
Needle again.

No, don't tell me to put it down.
I've got my rig filled with sweet,
Oh so sweet, salt filled morphine.

And I've gotten my spoon and cotton,
Held together by the tourniquet,
That holds together my veins each night.

And your colorful eyes,
Fill my rig each time,
The needle finds a vein.

And pastel colors,
Fall like rain down staircases,
Beautiful close your eyes and lips this time,
You're just too jaded, far too wasted.

So I guess I'll bring you home,
Crawl under the covers,
And watch your colorful eyes,
Close one last time.

I guess I'll watch them close just one last,
Oh just one last ******* time.
And I'll hold your hand,
Just hold your hand in mine.

As I watch your colorful eyes,
Close just one last time.
I'll hold your hand,
I'll hold your hand in mine.