   Everything is                                   b  l  u  e               His pills, his hands, his jeans                        And now I'm covered in the [colors]                  Pulled a_p_a_r_t at the seams                                                And it's blue                                                        And it's blue
                                                             Everything is         g r  e  y                           His hair, his smoke, his dreams         And now he's so devoid of color                      He don't know what it means    And he's blue            And he's blue
