pinkhinori: Everything is blueHis pills, his hands, his jeansAnd now I’m covered in the colorsPulled apart at the seamsAnd it’s blueAnd it’s blue Everything is greyHis hair, his smoke, his dreamsAnd now he’s so devoid of colorHe don’t know
pinkhinori: Everything is blueHis pills, his hands, his jeansAnd now I’m covered in the colorsPulled apart at the seamsAnd it’s blueAnd it’s blue Everything is greyHis hair, his smoke, his dreamsAnd now he’s so devoid of colorHe don’t know