You can't look at yourself as a loser, man.
Because if you look at yourself as a loser,
you're going to automatically be a loser.
You got to wake up with that confidence every day,
like, yeah, I'm the man.
I wake up every day and be like, yeah, I'm hot.
You once made everything look brighter.
Now it's just me trying to remember those colors.
Rain light spills across my floor.
Your laughter's not here anymore.
The coffee's cold, the song repeats.
I hum the parts where our hearts meet.
Days blur out in faded hues.
But I still dream in shades of you.
I see you in colors, soft and slow,
like the sun that used to glow.
Every tone I used to know paints the space
where you let go.
The record spins, the static sighs.
I trace your name where
silence lies.
No one knows what you became,
but I still call your colors name.
Maybe love was just a frame.
We filled it once, then left the same.
Still I keep your shade inside,
one that never dies.
I see you in colors,
soft and slow.
Every hue still whispers low.
Love turns quiet,
time turns cold.
But you and color never go.