I don't know why the colors
Run that way, the way they fi fo dum
Maybe they like being thick
And hard to clean up
Could be I hate my body
Like the way love runs away
When I give it your name
I don't know how the colors
Change that easy, I've heard fee fi fo
It's from the oxygen
Maybe they're thick like me, never
Learning simple lessons
In quiet and not sharing, save me
Some cleaning, I hate my body.
I doubt and don't believe in God if
God looks like me, in mirror silver
Covered in steak steam, settling on broken
Glass, darkly within my fever.
Like the way love runs away
When I give it your name.
A face in fractions looking back.
I wipe my finger on the image to see
Clearly my black hair, but its colorless:
Water beading, building and running.
Maybe its thin line is thin like me, never
Learning to keep the feelings in, save me
From running down my skin, save me
Some cleaning, I hate my oxygen.
