January always feels like a cold cup of syrup being poured into my bones.
Makes me sluggish physically. Inside, the mind races, hungers for change.
Here's a new song about love and color theory. It's based on a somewhat controversial argument that's been touted on the internet about whether or not the color pink actually exists (or in fact, if any color truly exists beyond an interpretation in our brains)
lyrics
first verse
honey
were a pair
like a grin
and a glare
in the huddled musk
of dawn
i stare
you sleep
theres a blush
hidden flush of pink
and honey
im blue
green with envy
its true
seeing red instead
til the palettes leaden black
hearts gone slack
and i start to think
chorus
maybe were just
figments
simple pigments held together
by a lie
youre the racing violet
im the lumbering red
two steps behind
i try
and the space between
we call our love
were just like pink
second verse
im laying it bare
heart is medium rare
youre awake
and you share
as i shudder
weep
and sink
hand on mine
heading for the brink
you gently implore
keep your feet to the floor
reticent to explore
shoulder all your weight
inside
we confide
its absorbed like zinc
chorus
bridge
who named the rainbow
gave such significance
out of unkempt vibrations
truth that we dont know
stare in each others eyes
form a color
a shared delusion
maybe its all that matters though
be my playful guess
ill be your earnest
damask mink
our ministration
a tessellation
commingled pink
third verse
cotton candy
aint it dandy
fuschias a fine
ole time
champagne
its a party in your own brain
sip it
retort and slink
lets rejoice
that were
just
like
pink
compound
were ineffable bound
an agreement of sight and sound
transmissive
and a little bit derisive
tease me
ill tickle
breathe your wiles
dont blink
well compare
that effusive pink
chorus
maybe were just
figments
simple pigments held together
by a lie
youre the racing violet
im the lumbering red
two steps behind
i try
and the space between
we call our love
(our freckled love)
were just like pink
