Greyer?

[fists_of_ice]

Blues and reds and greens
Lying on the chair.
That's way too bold for me today
S'gotta be something greyer.

Cause everytime I wake up
I'm listening to the rain.
And even when the weather's fair
No one seem to care
That I'm drowning in the pain
And there's always something greyer.

And in this winter I'm a prisoner
A giant snowglobe on the table
Get stabbed in the eye with a fake flake
The ones that remind me of salt.
I'm hungry angry lonely and for god's sake
Just say it already--this is all my fault.

Over there
The colors are lying.
So am I.
They're all around me.
I might be dying.

Red and blue and some other shit there
I'm freezing and I'm tired and I can't feel right.
I won't feel right. You just don't see it.
It's painted in oranges and yellows with neon lights
But I'd rather be grey and matter to no one.
So I'm stuck and I'm scared and I let you just go on.

In my dreams you'd be calling
And say that you've seen
That I'm killing myself
With all the things that I've been.
That you'll help me
You'll see me you'll stand next to me.
I'd wish you were calling

I'm falling...
I'm falling...
I'm falling and falling...

And you nudge me and touch me and tell me I'm good.
But I'm walking and seething and pulling my hood.
You're stupid.
It's red it's blue it's ugly it's not fair.
They're sitting on my chair
My stomach's wrenching and
There's just nothing greyer.