Colorless

[Verse 1] Through a crack between the curtains, morning spills its golden dust. Shoes are striking down the pavement, everybody leaves in a rush. But I'm stitched into the mattress, heavy as a second skin. Yesterday keeps bleeding into today— I don't know where one begins. [Pre-Chorus] Only one thin pane between us, still the daylight feels too loud. Everything outside keeps turning, pulling faster with the crowd. All that color, all that motion cuts like glass against my eyes. I can hear the whole world waking. I just can't get up and rise. [Chorus] You're too beautiful this morning, shining like I'm not around. Every color keeps on burning while my edges fade without a sound. You don't call me, you don't leave me, you don't even ask me why. You just flood the room with daylight till there's nowhere left to hide. [Verse 2] Somewhere all the colors gather, bright and busy in the street. Everyone seems built for motion, every step falls into beat. I keep fading at the edges, like a shade they didn't need. Another day goes on without me, full of things I couldn't be. Even "take your time" sounds hollow when the whole world runs ahead. [Pre-Chorus] My heart keeps missing every downbeat, the harder I try, the worse it goes. Maybe I got used to sinking where the pressure holds me close. Maybe I'm afraid of rising, afraid the surface won't feel right. It's easier beneath the silence than to step into the light. [Bridge] You never blamed me for disappearing. You never asked me to explain. You just keep turning night to morning, sun to shadow, drought to rain. And that almost feels like kindness, which somehow hurts me even more. I'm still holding a broken compass, sitting ten feet from the door. [Final Chorus] You're cruelly beautiful this morning, bright enough to bleach me white. All the streets keep moving forward while I slowly lose my outline. Do I want to be forgiven? Do I want to disappear? I can't tell which door I'm knocking now that morning's here. So I watch your endless parade from a room that lost its hue. All that color passing by me— and none of it needs me to still be beautiful. [Outro] The curtains move. The morning stays. I watch the light erase the grey.