i wake up way too stiff

on the cold kitchen floor

the world stares back

revolvin' in technicolor

i can't help getting lost

in kaleidoscopic patterns

that play with my mind

'n' paint stars in my eyes

i can hear my heart beat

poundin' inside my head

and my throat is so sore

from the old rusty liquor

i've been drinking much

all night long, haven't i?

or have i been missing...

the caress of your voice?

what's this doing here?

between my cold fingers

this tiny blue crayon that

i never had enough of...

you see, it's way too little

for i always used it most

back when i was a child

as i loved to color the sea

now that i am holding it

you know, out of the blue,

i worry it is not enough

because you are my sea

but it's all that's left now

so i'm gonna hold it tight

on the cold kitchen floor

until my sea drowns me

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