Colors

It's not what expected

It's not what I intended

It's not the message I've been sending

No, no

All of the colors are bleeding from my head

All of the colors paint a picture in my head

Falling apart but it's perfectly perfect

Like they say, nothing's perfect but this picture's perfect

Everything was worth it in the end

You set it straight, I turned it

But the glass gets dirty, around 11:30 I hit send

The prophet told me everything

She came into my dreams

She said, Michael, baby

You must leave

Yeah

All of the colors are bleeding from my head

All of the colors paint a picture in my head

It's falling apart but it's perfectly perfect

Like they say, nothing's perfect but this picture's perfect

Everything was worth it in the end

You set it straight, I turned it

But the glass gets dirty, around 11:30 I hit send

Like they say, nothing's perfect but this picture's perfect

Everything was worth it in the end

You set it straight, I turned it

But the glass gets dirty, around 11:30 I hit send