im old enough to know that my starts just wont let go at this day and age i can see that the world was meant for me some people laugh at what you're doing they hold you in the sand i'm having a hard time adjusting to these changes i can see that your lips are moving but i can't hear what you're saying is it yes, or is it no is it stop, or is it go is it s**, or is it throw or is it me or am i just too slow i'm young enough to think that the world looks good in pink but as far as i can see that ain't enough for me some people hear what you're doing they pull you by the strings i'm having trouble taking things day by day when i see you i see red and green you're like the biggest tree i've ever seen but it cuts you down, down to size the apple of my eye, is rotting on the ground i see the future burning eyes but i don't care what it's saying is it high, or is it low is it shrink, or is it grow is it the twister a he he he hey i wrote this song while i was eating beans now don't you try and ask me what that means it's just like asking me to tell you my dreams i would have told you long ago, but now it seems you're far away, here come the loony bin come to take me away you put a scar in my twisted face in the yearbook i look out of place i see my letter burning in your hand it took me 25 years just to understand blue is the color of my skin blue is the color of my skin blue is the color of my...