If you would stay with
me here just one more minute,

I would steal the world.

Give me a reason to give you a chance
Because I'm so sick and tired of dancing this dance
The world has become grey just like your soul
And my heart, I fear, will surely explode
No more easy ways out
No more saving a shout
Give me a reason, one small reason, to give you a chance
Because I've finally given up on this ridiculous dance

Sad gray man..
Won many prizes in his time..
Award after award..
All because of his sorrow never-ending..

The sad gray man is a painting..
Forever drawn out to be..
A sad wicked eternal lonelyness..
But he still loves his creator, this artist..

It was one day, one week, one month..
He decided to draw her..
She was not gray..
And she was not sad..

Together holding hands..
The sad gray man smiled at last..
She found him..
As they set sail toward colors eternal..

The floor is a mess,
clothes and papers scattered about.
No need to look at the rest,
please do not shout.

She's lost what mattered most,
him, her, them, they.
The shine her tousled hair, lost,
and gray clouds are her vision okay?

So please do not judge her inability to leave bed,
or her waist that's shrinking by the day.
Please just think about what you just read,
and fix her the right way.

Another gray day
Clouding my mind
Not capable of peace
When the sun don’t shine

The days of years past
Are like a blurry bit of water
Stained in the paint
From the brush I’ve used to tell my story

I find myself looking at the water,
The colors still ever
So
Visible
But they’re melding together now
Shifting into gray matter
Or maybe
Back into the stardust they started as

I don’t know

But I see it in my feelings too
The gray matter
I feel my anger fade
I feel my glee fade
My happiness
My hate
Of you.

I feel it all fade into gray…
Because all at once,
You took the one thing that could distinguish
All those strong feelings
And smashed it
You took my heart and mistreated it.
So now I’m here.
Looking back on our story,
Not in Color anymore.
I look at it in black and white.

I see no fun.
I see no sadness.
I see what happened.
I see what we started as and what we ended as.
And that…
That is sadder than anything I’d ever felt.

So I look at the water.
I watch and try to hold on to those traces of blue,
Red, and Gold
Before they get swallowed up in Black.

His name was Jonathan.
And he was bright silver.