His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I&
#x27;m covered in the colors
Pulled apart at the seams
And it&
#x27;s blue
And it&
#x27;s blue
Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he&
#x27;s so devoid of color
He don&
#x27;t know what it means
And he&
#x27;s blue
And he&
#x27;s blue
Halsay:colors