Everything is red
Our blood
My mood
The moon
It almost looks orange
And it would be without
His nose
And the way we move
Which could be painted yellow
If it weren't for
The sun
And the way my hair shines
Everything is green
The grass
The trees
The leaves
Which could never be blue
Like the sky
His jeans
His skin
Which should be purple
I know
Only because I know where
He has been
But his checks
Still flush
A light pink
Whenever he looks at me
And while the night
Is black
And nobody can see
Farther than a few feet
It could be white
If the stars decided
To light up
The pitch black night
And we are covered in the colors
And we don't know what to do
And now I can't paint
Because all the color is in you
And when I'm covered in my blood
But wearing your orange shirt
And my hair no longer shines yellow
Because it's covered with green leaves
My jeans barely blue anymore
And my skins turns purple
I'll think of my pink dress I only know in my dreams
And when the world goes black
I'll see the white light
And I know everything will be alright
Because I lived through the colors of life
