The Greys

What's the blues when you've got the greys?

I've think I've given up, my body's giving in

In a building, I lie still

And then I turn back over again

In a building that has heating

Sweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stains

I am sick of feeling sick and not throwing up

It's in my stomach and you seem to be stuck

And it wont work its way through my gut

And just go away

I woke up this afternoon and thought maybe today

The world might be a more colorful place

And no luck, it's still just grey

Come back here

What's the blues when you've got the greys?

Much less productive, and hardship and pain

In a building, where I lie still

Just before I turn over again

In a building that has heating

Sweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stains

I am sick of feeling sick and not throwing up

It's in my stomach and you seem to be stuck

And it wont work its way through my gut

And just go away

I woke up this afternoon and thought maybe today

The world might be a more colorful place

And no luck, it's still just grey

Come back here

Oh

What's the blues when you

When you've got the greys?

I don't have much of a story to say

I just sit around at night and avoid the day

If I do anything at all, it would be to get up

And avoid conversation and human contact

You can't touch the world if you can't even feel pain

You should come back here