Hue

When the skin and vessels underneath

Choose the space for bruising

I’m somewhere in between

Clumsily pulling on the strings

Oh, my mistakes are hardly that

At their points of contact

As the shades of grey grow redder

I should have known better

Soon the pain will be removed

As your skin regains its hue

You’ll be rid of everything except me

Oh, my mistakes are hardly that

As the shades of grey grow redder

I should have known

That I’m only letting me get the best of me

I’m only letting me get the best of me