You colour me with a ball point pen, colour my skin and touch my soul.
Colour me in and say you love me over again, over and over again.
You colour me, my soul and paint me yellow in places once filled with grey.
Make me dream of things I never did once before, dream outside of this speed trap town.
The doctor said I wouldn’t make it a year, but the holidays are over and I am still here.
Ball point pen over itching scars, yellow where was once grey.
You know he will come around here and paint me with the ball point pen.
Years of waiting for yellow, waiting for the pain to disappear.
I would be lying if I said this life didn’t take from you.
At nights I spend painting my soul grey for in the morning I am I await yellow.
Love Bird x