Colors Bleed Differently This Time

Mmm. I fell for a girl and I can't quite trace the

line of how it happened or the exact moment in time.

She spun a web of stories, half mad and halfway shy, with holy ground

intentions and a beautiful eye. She says, "Don't tell me things

I'm not ready to know." Caught in the middle of the stay

and the go. Just sweet little nothings over and over again,

like a record that skips right where the chorus begins. And maybe

the colors will bleed differently this time. Maybe I'll find happiness