Colours (T.O.M.C.)
Lyrics
You say "Hey! It's the colors you wear"
I'm like "Mayday!" 'Cuz I'm so fucking scared
Trying to save face, like run and embarrassed
With a crook in my neck, is it love, is it marriage?
I can't even walk straight, you're my police line
Every night you're out late, like, "I need time"
Fucking rewind, you wanted me back...
Worry 'bout my pipe, when you hit me in the kneecap
Girl....
Eyes blacker than a redact, dastin over feedback
Gauzy gravel, white noise, keep at it
I was a fucking god, you got me insecure
Relapsing in IKEA, buying 'His & Her's'
Towelettes, miss choking out a bitch like Claudette
Yes, it's about sex, bowed legs, brown freckles
He comes around when she does it
Ground trembles, now, now devil
You're in my back pocket, like a fish hook
Trying to get on the T.V. and be like: "Bitch, look"
Let me tell you 'bout abandonment issues (Got em)
Paralyzing radio silence loud as like six nukes
I'm like a cornered animal... (I am)
Fuck NAFTA, more like borderline irrational (It is)
Wouldn't trade it for the world, not another one (Nope)
Usain Bolt, bitch: colors run
Don't get drunk, don't get distracted...
Guess we're just bad kids, do love The Black Lips
Been a bizarre ride, just Phipe and a fat lip
Still passing me by the farside of baggage
Like I'm running, running, running, running
Dissolving in debt, in my bed, like "come in"
Don't believe in soulmates, but our freckles match
Showed up on my doorstep just to welcome back
And it's dumb right, watch me wither in the sunlight (I'm melting!)
Fittest glove like, living like a drum strike
Heart in constant, life's a streets and my heart's on crossing
Heart on throbbing, gosh darn Mom 'n Dad are watching
Parade marching, never get stuck in the margins
Luck of the draw is... Fucking retarded
Gonna withdraw, then buck up and charge in
You've got barbed eyes, I've got a hard smile
That's a far cry from tepid bar dive hookups
Look up! See the sky got shook up
Dormant like a doormat, skin I never took up
Got used to your gaze, coursing lethal
No stolen glances, I grand-larson-kneed you in the stomach
You steam uninterrupted, and when you walked away
I finally realized what love is! (Yooo)
Writer(s): Thomas Costello
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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