I brought you these flowers cause they're purple.
The flowers are purple because we're purple.
We're purple because I'm red and you're blue.
We're red and blue because...well, I'm not sure why.
We can guess, though.
Maybe I'm red because I love too easily, because I break to fast.
Maybe you're blue because you're cold, because you're alone?
Maybe I'm mean, am I mean? Does the red glowing off me prove I'm bad?
Maybe you're sad, are you sad? Does the blue shimmering from you mean you're sad?
Am I the one who made you this way? Is there anything I can do to help?
Maybe I'm being ridiculous...Maybe I'm just insane.
I brought you these flowers cause they're purple.
Red and blue makes purple.
It's almost like magic, ya know? The way 2 colours can make something more?
It makes me feel like we should be purple.
When you hug me, I feel purple butterflies circling in my tummy.
When you hold me, I feel warm, like I'm wearing a nice purple sweater.
But maybe if we kissed, I'd feel even more.
Maybe if we kissed, we'd both get purple.
Maybe if you loved me, we'd both be purple.
Maybe if you loved me...I'd be less mean, and you'd not be lonely.
Do you love me? Could you love me?
I brought you these flowers because they're purple.
Are we purple?
