Your paints bled together and now all you have is gray
Toss on a little salt and everything will be ok
In the wake of the morning I battle to keep you off my mind
At the crack of midnight it's your face that I fight
The space filled by time has locked a door forever
Chasing a thought of closure
A hopeless endeavor
They say as months pass the pain will go away
Fake a laugh and dance monkey on that stage
Hey facts you got me lost again
Never felt so alone surrounded by friends