Color them fists, kid

It's the mistletoe that's missing more Than what you gave it tonight It's the perfectly dishonest perfume Within the skies It's the never-ending inertia of that fickle-minded brain And I can't seem to pin down the point Where my muscles start to frown Colored every fist around the block Small in size, and I'm sure we're fine The clock's been tinkered with Coloring the fists Of my loved ones Well, then Here's a fist And there's a fist And that's a fist And this a fist It's blue, it's red, it's pink, it's black It's beating all of me up Every second of the day Every waking, living moment Of my awful day Eternally and endlessly it seems And oh, what a shame Shed a tear again Leaking liquids violently Some may say it's a rave Random theories of this rage For why you can't seem to care Nevermind, you do, how was I so Blind in the first place Well, now I hate you, no, I love you No, I miss you, want to kiss you Romanticize and swing as we eat melons Savor it all because nothing ever lasts Lasts, hear that? Nothing ever lasts Well, love is hard And love don't last But that don't mean you can't give it a chance So here's to all the ladies and losers Gentlemen included, who think they are loners Give love a chance Give love a chance Give it a chance Give it a chance Take a chance Take a chance to dance And hopelessly romance With the one who lets you know In time, you will be fine No matter how it goes And do it for your love For if only because For I wish I could've done so Long ago