Color Red

The color red
It’s not just rage
It’s the reason why god ain’t nice these days
The color red
Next of kin
I don’t have a tribe, I’m who I’ve always been
The color red
Nine to fives
I hear being broke is just a state of mind
The color red
It’s not just fear
The future and the past seem to stay right here

The pain, it comes in waves
So where’s the undertow
Pull me out from underneath this sadness in my soul
I’m losing all my faith
And I thought that you should know
Do what you can with me
And I’ll give up all control
I’ll give up all control

The color red
Is that my cut
For breaking my back and spilling my guts?
The color red
Retrace my steps
What was it that I thought that I wanted instead?
The color red
Another motel
A little loose change, and I’m killing myself
The color red
It’s not just fame
I’d rather watch it burn than become who I hate

The pain, it comes in waves
So where’s the undertow
Pull me out from underneath this sadness in my soul
I’m losing all my faith
And I thought that you should know
Do what you can with me
And I’ll give up all control
I’ll give up all control

I told you who I used to be
So why you pointing out colors I can’t see
You’re walking out on me like a fire escape
It’s only smoke, that’s all we leave

The pain, it comes in waves
So where’s the undertow
Pull me out from underneath this sadness in my soul
I’m losing all my faith
And I thought that you should know
Do what you can with me
And I’ll give up all control
I’ll give up all control