Some days I wake up yellow, all nerves and little laughs, Then one bad look can turn it, split me right in half. I act like I donโt notice, like Iโm smooth, like Iโm fine, But my hands start scratching notes on that same worn line. Days when I feel green, Iโm small and Iโm ashamed, Counting what Iโm missing, hating how Iโve changed. Iโd rather blame the world than say Iโm scared itโs true, So I swallow it entirely, then cough it up to you. Tell me youโre here, tell me youโre near, Tell me my head is just loud, not clear. Say my name slow, pull me back through, Whatever the color, Iโm reaching for you. Days when I feel blue, I need you close, not loud, I need a steady hand, I need a steady sound. Days when I feel red, I burn what I just grew, If Iโm going to break, I want to break by you. Days when I feel gray, I lose the urge to move, I canโt see the floor, I canโt see what to choose. So I press one note, then I follow it through, Whatever the color, Iโm reaching for you. Days when I feel black, I go quiet, go cold, I count my faults like coins, and I spend what Iโm owed. I donโt want to be touched, but I need you in the room, Just sit there with your palette, like a lamp in the gloom. Days when I feel white, I feel empty, wiped clean, Like Iโm staring at a wall where my life should have been. Thatโs when I get scared, thatโs when I start to lose, So I beg for a color that still leads me to you. Say it plain. Say what youโre not speaking. Say a color and I'll be it. Days when I feel blue, I need you close, not loud, I need a steady hand, I need a steady sound. Days when I feel red, I burn what I just grew, If Iโm going to break, I want to break by you. Days when I feel gray, I lose the urge to move, I canโt see the floor, I canโt see what to choose. So I press one note, then I follow it through, Whatever the color, Iโm reaching for you. Days when I feel purple, Iโm bruised but I pretend, I make a joke, I smile, I try to just blend in. But the bruise keeps blooming, and the lie falls out of view, So I come to you shaking, like Iโve got nothing to lose. Days when I feel orange, Iโm restless, overheated, I pick at every scab, I swear Iโll never need it. Then I hear one chord, and my pride becomes construed, I donโt want saving, I just want you. Tell me youโre here, tell me youโre near, Tell me my head is just loud, not clear. Say my name slow, pull me back through, Whatever the color, Iโm reaching for you. Days when I feel color, I learn what I canโt hide, I bring you every shade I swore Iโd keep inside. If I canโt be okay, at least let this be true, Whatever the color, Iโm reaching for you.
