Chlorine Clouds The Colour

Chlorine clouds the colour on your favorite shirt, Scoring sounds her thunder, & demises your worth. But its nothing more than an internal bruise Whiting out mistakes but reminding black and blues. She holds the strings controlling what you do, And after getting the shot she still gives the flu, But the grass is still green and the sky still blue, And as for me boy, Im still a brother to you. Detoxing with you, the futures hidden behind a cloud, So whats not there is going to bring you down? I see whats in front of my eyes, & I know she comes to with surprise, Though love was the only thing she implied, And betrayal was the only pressure applied, Just reincarnaton to after you died. And brother the music we will make will be the medicine Not the temporary relief of vicodin That second long feeling, sobrietys a spin. But the words you right are so sincere Your just a little fuzzy from the benzos and beer, This sounds like resolutions for the new year, But its just me stating break your anger and fear, Cause only you in your life were meant to steer.