Blue Dot Crisis - Red Viola

If roses are red and
Violets are blue
I'd be a Red Viola
Just to spite you

And It's hard

When everything you say seems so far gone

And if sunsets are orange
And front lawns are green
I would say that I hate you
To save some self esteem

And I know

That everything we have will eventually go

And your eyes are white
White as cocaine
Around the circles of hazel
That won't look me in the face

As you cry

Cuz everything you love will eventually die

Cuz I'm waiting on for something
But that something I can't tell
Cuz hard to believe in something
That is greater than myself

But I moved on
And you felt free
But I was gone
And you had needs

Mind at peace
Weaponize me
Been so long since
I have gotten
Sleep
Weaponize me

And if Gold is elitist
But Bronze is forgotten
I would crawl back to you
Far more often than I should

Cause time burns slow like the old lake wood

And I would hide in vessel
Sacred as black
That would Capture your aura
Like the deepest of Lilac

And born into mischief
What holy hearts could heal
This absence of you
With little specs of teal

In my mind
Because some things you just can't confine

Because I'm waiting on for something
But that something I can't tell
Cuz hard to believe in something
That is greater than myself

But I moved on
And you felt free
But I was gone
And you had needs

Mind at peace
Weaponize me
Been so long since
I have gotten
Sleep
Weaponize me

And I'm tired of being the colors that you make me
I'm tired of being the colors that you make me
I'm tired of being the colors that you make me
I'm tired of being the colors that you make me

Written by:
Travis Loncaric

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