She asked me where I was once and I said I was close I'm always close Mostly because I'm vague And I'm careful Because I don't want to end up in that place that we always end up at and I'm way too familiar with I'm careful, I'm opaque I'm a blurring Grey If I had to describe her I'd say she was yellow I know this because I go to sleep And I wake up to her smiling face Every Single Day But let me say this The devil is a fat wet poont And the road to heaven is p**y that you know too well I don't know when you'd be hearing this sweetheart But I hope I wake up tomorrow and it's 70 degrees outside And it's sunny But I love it when it rains I love it when it's Grey