Sometimes, I wish that I could feel numb
I wish that I was someone who could just brush it off
Sometimes, my head is like a party
A fight is starting in the corner of a crowded room
and I feel it bubbling to the surface
I can't look it's making me nervous, how?
I don't mean to be so erratic
Maybe i'm melodramatic now
'Cause it's always so good or so bad
Never in the middle
I either feel it all at once
Or feel so little
There's no middle
Blue & green, are so familiar, they're all I seem to know
I see red & I hate it
Never thought that I'd be here, but hey, now I'm begging for grey
You're telling me to simmer down
Just tell me how to dull it out x2