(PT Lauren)

The knots still tight , so am I

But the bitterness is about to die

It comes in all forms , shapes and sizes

Though not for me

My colors bright , it hurts the eye

On the second thought I cant deny

The bitterness of every climax , of the better earth

Yeah , what is it worth

Fake colors , they tell you that you are not blue

They give in every time for you

Someone is green while youre in love , when your spirits burning

Fake colors , they fuck you up for weaks

With what you hide from , what you seek

Theyre someone who loves you and me

Its very warm , even for me

The summer in my greenhouse , really

Ill never tear it down to pieces

I never will

Another day , another mess

Another try out to confess

The knot is in my head forever , I know Im tight

Its not allright

So sorry , but black and white is weak

Oh yeah? Watch me as I turn the other cheek

But if you dont like me , then whats there to believe

Wake up man and close your eyes to see

That they fade out so damn easily

And nothings real