The Grey

The Grey If I could crawl behind those eyes I’d rearrange all of the lies Til’ they formed a straight answer Three months spent stranded in the grey Patiently wasting away A delicate disaster We navigated though the snow And clouds of our breath in the cold Back to your apartment A skinny joint, a vacant couch A record you bought in the south A morning heavy hearted The way the whole thing started Tell me what you want me to be ‘Fore I lose my mind Tell me what you want me to be If anything, if anything at all Or I could hide inside these arms Ignore all the signs and alarms And hear just what I wanna For just a little longer