Tonight—
I think we should talk
in Black and White.
How else could we?
Stay in color for all I care;
You won’t catch my
scars and rumpled hair.
And we’re being so good
like I thought we would.
Oh, so you’re joining me
in talking shades of gray
and blinking ashes free
like teary embers
from eyelashes.
And we’re being so good
like I thought we would.
Who knew I could be
looking in again on
black and white—
In and in until
that’s all there is
just like I want—
Who knew I could be
missing reddish
blemishes and all
seeing colors.
And we’re being so good
like I thought we would.
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 1:49 PM UTC
Tonight—
I think we should talk
in Black and White.
How else could we?
Stay in color for all I care;
You won’t catch my
scars and rumpled hair.
And we’re being so good
like I thought we would.
Oh, so you’re joining me
in talking shades of gray
and blinking ashes free
like teary embers
from eyelashes.
And we’re being so good
like I thought we would.
Who knew I could be
looking in again on
black and white—
In and in until
that’s all there is
just like I want—
Who knew I could be
missing reddish
blemishes and all
seeing colors.
And we’re being so good
like I thought we would.
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