Color Inside


Time passes like an anxiety disorder
I've grown up backwards inside
Children play and men think
But what do the hidden do?
Tell me again what color the sky is
Is it still the same as the color inside?
The eyes the eyelids

Everything around except that which is now allowed

Just when I thought that which is now allowed

Just when I thought the drive was over
Something else gets in the way
Taking the road less traveled
Until it's over

Time passes like an axiety disorder
Does it follow the same circles?
That I creat over and over to maintain
Do I have a reason?
Does the Sky?
Do the eyes?

Some questions unanswered
Answer themselves

There's a pain on the inside
Steals breath
Steals hunger
And leaves disorder for momentary compensation

Just when I thought the drive was over
Something else gets in the way
Taking the raod less traveled
Until it's over

Telephone rings
Telephone rings
Till there's a knock at the door
Till the drives over
Fill the sky is the color inside