Spoiler
This is my own little version of Regina Spektor's The Calculation.
I went into the kitchen counter
got myself another hour
and gave half of it to you.
I sat there looking at the detail in the color,
thinking life would be much duller
without the sparkle in your eyes.
I got a piece of paper
bought a million little crayons
and spent eons
in your eyes.
You are the colors in my mind.
But I don't mind,
I don't know better.
I didn't know that you were so full of color.
I didn't know that you were so sculptural.
I didn't know that you were so beautiful.
Hey these colors, these colors are bursting in my mind.
Hey these colors, these colors are burning inside.
Hey these colors, these colors I can't describe.
I thought I drew inside the lines
hoping that I'd be just fine
with the way I drew your slightly crooked smile.
You are the colors in my mind.
But I don't mind,
I don't know better.
I didn't know that you were so full of color.
I didn't know that you were so sculptural
I didn't know that you were so wonderful
I finished up your picture
and now your face was a fixture
and I taped it to my wall.
So the emptiness might be stalled.
So every morning (without warning)
I see your picture
So I can keep you prisoner.
And the colors
remind me of when we were youngsters
laughing together.
When fear and responsibility was light as a feather.
Hey these colors, these colors are bursting in my mind.
Hey these colors, these colors are burning inside.
Hey these colors, these colors I can't define.
I went into the kitchen counter
got myself another hour
and gave half of it to you.
And the colors in my mind
I just can't find
in your eyes.
