sometimes it feels good to have my head in the clouds
nothing but silence and the color grey and nothing to bring me down
to not have to think about promises that can't happen for years
and to forget about people who hurt you and can't even say sorry
i wish my head could always be in the clouds
i've always like the color grey, it remind me of you
but sooner or later we all have to come back down to earth
we all have to face the minutes spent alone that feel like years
we all have to face the people that constantly put us down
we are all waiting for something
but you could be the most vibrant rainbow
but still be trying to seek approval from a colorblind man
promises can expire and people can hurt you
and you might always be at war with the clock
but remember that 11:11 comes twice a day
because everyone deserves a seconds chance