Colors
Michael blumeIt's not what I intended
It's not the message I've been sending
No, no
All of the colors, bleeding from my head
All of the colors, paint a picture in my head
Falling apart, but it's perfectly perfect
Like they said, nothing's perfect
But this picture's perfect
Everything was worth it in the end
You set it straight, I turned it
But the glass gets dirty, around 11:30
I hit send
The prophet told me everything
She came into my dreams
She said: Michael, baby
You must flee
Yeah
All of the colors, bleeding from my head
All of the colors, paint a picture in my head
Falling apart, but it's perfectly perfect
Like they said, nothing's perfect
But this picture's perfect
Everything was worth it in the end
You set it straight, I turned it
But the glass gets dirty, around 11:30
I hit send
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Like they said, nothing's perfect
But this picture's perfect
Everything was worth it in the end
You set it straight, I turned it
But the glass gets dirty, around 11:30
I hit send
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah
Aye, yeah, aye, aye, yeah, aye