None More Black - When Mickey Died lyrics

I went back the other day. Stayed a little longer cause I liked it. times I thought of misery, turns out weren't so bad. Magenta is the last to fade. Go figure. It makes me warm; makes me believe that I can. As long as my heart stays red, I can recreate the better part of me. Lost pieces along the way; exponentially. I wouldn't know where to begin to take inventory. Some times have no affect on me. Go figure. Contrast is washed out, with nothing to show. How will I remember this when it's time to feel. With nostalgia? So much that I can't take it. Take stock of waht's controlling me. Make it better when there's time to k**. The present isn't new to me. It's all about reaction and the outcome. Teachings tell me differently - that I'm just part of this. Never took the time to see - while I was on the run - what I've done and who I've done it with. I won't forget. It's like Philadelphia, 1999; skipped a few more cla**es to tow that social line. Maybe I paid the price once, or maybe twice. The last time that I checked, the bu*terfly's still in flight. The direction could be different, knocked down along it's way. As long as I'm still breathing. I'll let it spread its wings. I wouldn't change a thing