Like a child crayon in hand you're out of line again
And your colors are untrue
You make the border disappear like it was never even there
To justify the things you do

The red comes washing down
And this time there's no white to be found
I'm reaching out to you
To trying and take your color

So grab your paintbrush now's the time to showcase your pain
And all inferiority
Your eyes they speak
your eyes they meet
Everything and everyone
They feel your sense of jealousy

The red comes washing down
And this time there's no white to be found
I'm reaching out to you
To trying and take your color

To trying and take your color