9/9
red and red
blue and blue
yellow and yellow
a sun on the corner
an azure sky and
ripening mangoes
bleed on my tongue
the punches still hurt
and he was so mean
but, he's gone and
now, i can watch television in peace
(this is the life)
red and blue
blue and red
yellow and yellow
the sun is inching towards the center
and the sky is getting a bit darker
the mangoes are ripe and they cry on my tongue
i'm stuck on a tropical island
and i can't find my way back home
she's like him: a monster
and the new guy sucks too
i hope i can float my way back
(i think i'm gonna die out here)
red and yellow
blue and green (a new color)
yellow and blue
red and green
the sun is at center stage,
but it's dim and the sky is dark and
the mangoes are gonna get rotten,
but they still taste sweet
i found my way back,
but everything is distorted
the couch is my new bed
and it isn't as sheltered as it used to be
there is nothing on
and the remote is getting slower
(i think it needs batteries)
my sanctuary is occupied,
but at least i'm far away from satan
(at least i'm still breathing)
red and red
blue and yellow
yellow and green
green and a chipped blue
the sun is fading and it stays on the center
the sky is black and the mangoes are decaying
