Crayon Lyrics

Color me blue with your crayons little child, I can't be myself anymore

Tearing back the wrappers didn't keep mine alive, they snapped years ago.

Now I see your stick figures fighting with their crooked grins, the same one that is etched across my face

When your shining eyes watch them stray outside the lines, I can't rub it away

It won't rub away

Hold on tightly to your colors from now on, you'll need them to fill in the borders

When you see how people put the blame on the shades and shadow of the others

It's always the others

Then paint in the sky with a jagged yellow sun surrounded by perfect blue

And leave the rest wide open so you can decide what looks best to you

Color yourself with your crayons little child

There's so many that you can choose

The box might seem full, but there is room left for you