The Color That Your Eyes Changed With The Color Of Your Hair
seal this envelope with a heart that's been beaten black beaten blue beaten all over again don't leave out a single thing send it off with wings an anecdote to ease the pain that you feel every time that you smile at the mirror
i won't need anymore memories for the next 50 years i could still write you love songs i wont need anymore photographs to remember the color of the clothes you wore that night
hopefully this won't sound as bad as i'm sure that it is all results will be lifeless and lead to an excuse to never try again, to never try at all staring up at the ground because oh how you we tried and oh how you lied but how could that be true
i won't need anymore memories for the next 50 years i could still write you love songs i won't need anymore photographs to remember the color that your eyes changed with the color of your hair my heart is gone my heart is gray . . .