Our love burned quick like a wick, 

leaving our hearts to smolder.

Our lesson learned; that which

burns you will only turn you colder.

Divided by our foresight, we grew 

further apart as we grew older.

Daylight turned its back to night, 

and to you, I turned a cold shoulder.

Maybe if we just drink this poison 

slower, it will heal us.

Ignorance is bliss, but what we love 

the most will kill us.

I would rather live a life of lies

than to ever let you leave.

The truth is not as blue as the lies

I make myself believe.

I wade in this spectrum

just to illuminate the gray.

I pray this antebellum

will last just for one more day.

Adequately numb,

void of pleasure and of pain.

In this hologram, 

happiness is just a shade of paint.

The sunlight blinds our eyes

and the stain taints our skin.

We wear a sleeve on our hearts

just to keep the colors in.

When happiness is a hallucination, 

life is but a dream.

And love is a spectrum,

a schemeful color scheme.

Whoever loses color 

will be the first to lose their mind.

We will not lose each other; 

make believe that you'll be mine.