Color Story

Send me some b flats to conquer the tricks
and don't lie or say you never played this
I've got enough rings on each hand to stay occupied
But I was never hidden in something I couldn't hide

For what we dive, is what's our own
Twisted eights found in the foam
For what we dive, is what's our own
Hardened clay poured in the bowl

Frail to explain, it's forgettingly true
What the dashboard sea washed over was blue
on liquid roads that left me mud roses to bloom
Poor cities craft people like colors might do

For what we dive, is what's our own
Twisted eights found in the foam
For what we dive, is what's our own
Stranded shards we'll give to hold


So I'll say it sometimes, but it's never spilled red
or I'll spell it backwards, but it never makes sense
What a wonderful fool they will all say she is
A color wrecked white in society islands