Colours - Halsey

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At first, I didn't get why everybody was crazy about this song. BUT then I heard it and now I'm hooked.

Go have a listen to it if you haven't.

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Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so
You said your mother only smiled on her tv show
You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope
I hope you make it to the day you're twenty eight years old

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
And you're spilling like an overflowing sink
You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colours, pulled apart at the seams
And it's blue
And it's blue
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of colour, he don't know what it means
But he's blue
And he's blue

You were a vision in the morning when the light came through
I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you
You said you'll never be forgiven 'till your boys are too
And I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
And you're spilling like an overflowing sink
You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink

Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colours pulled apart at the seams
And it's blue
And it's blue
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of colour
He don't know what it means
And it's blue
And he's blue

(There are two different things she says here. It depends. They're numbered.)

1. You were red. And you liked me cause I was blue. But you touched me, and suddenly, I was a lilac sky. So you decided purple just wasn't for you.

2. Art is not what I create. What I create is chaos.

Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colours pulled apart at the seams
And it's blue
And it's blue
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he's so devoid of colour
He don't know what it means
And he's blue
And he's blue

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