Well this is everything we have
It’s painted blue, it’s painted black
There could be purple, there could be light
It’s this dull parade that keeps us apart
I’m sorry for what I’ve done, for what I didn’t do
Not sorry about anything, it’s all because of you
Well this is everything we hide
Slaying pink unicorns in the night
And I’m not sure if I should tell you this
But there’s more to come at the precipice
Hey Sally, you know me, I’m not really here
And the things you feel, they’re just not for me
Hey Sally, you saw me, I’m not really here
And the things I feel don’t belong in me