"There are no tears, but I swear I'm crying,
my stomach heaves, my eyes are dry and
everyone's forgotten how to feel.
The blue blue blue is numbing,
I can feel the orange coming,
but I don't think we can see it anymore.
I'm gonna have to stop you there,
stop fearing contact, touch me, stare,
I dare you, wear you, tear you, scare you, don't I?
Down, numb, forgotteness,
there's nothing left but blue for us,
the shiny polished versions of our lives.
You are my only orange left,
I don't care if I'm your pink at best,
my head's an apocalyptic mess for you.
When will this start to turn around?
When will the drowner become the drowned?
Everyone's forgotten how to feel.
I dare you, wear you, tear you, scare you, don't I?
The shiny polished versions of our lives.
I don't think we can see it anymore."
