I'm calm when I'm calm, I'm loud when it's off
Still trying to distinguish the color from the feeling
Like pink on the painting that's mostly just blue
Like rain drops on the shading that's rotting for you and you

Feel songs that are deaf, movies that are blind
Shadows that look brighter than love at first sight
Like streetlights that are dark cause the light's a facade
Or crickets shouting things I can't understand

And my coffee looks brown, like the dirt you used to eat as a child
And I remember now what I said I'd never forget
Feeling nostalgic for the colors I couldn't yet describe
I take a sip and it makes me forget the thought of things I can't wrap my head around yet

You see, I'm unorganized, I'm sane when I'm crazy, I lost the receipt
That confirms the payment of things I can't keep
Now im quiet when I'm aching but you tell me I look cute 
Leaking when I'm breaking like rain in the middle of a room, rain in the middle of a room, and it's raining and it's raining pink and blue