Purple, red, blue, yellow
Pop, Rock, Indie, Tove Lo
I can’t seem to get a grip onto the floor
I can’t seem to keep my head from displaying a world of
light, dark, pastels and
neon colors that interfere with
interrupt what
come between what
The arrangement of the color wheel
the arrangement of my mind
the misplacement of what I see and feel
think, and see and hide
Just to walk across the room
I see this spectrum of light
this dazed and miniscule figment of
what i seem to think is right
On your face, yes,
and on this page, yes
i see this kind of blue
purple, red, yellow, green
neons, quite taboo
her hair, your mouth
his nails, your toes
seem very surreal
dim and switch
the colored outsiders,
feeling quite ditched
a wonderful thing to trip upon
upon a purple path
here with my
chrome
I feel this intricateness and wrath
