I wrote a book of all the things that go on in my head I burnt it whole, so no one would ever think those things again I wore my old school uniform to see how much I'd grown I needed to get out of my perspective, The only one that I've ever known So I'll try singing about the colours I never knew I'd love I can't bring any flowers, but I can bring the mud I grow out my hair to count out each day And I hoped you'd be aware of the things I didn't think to say Like your eyes could light up a whole room And I'm kind of getting tired of being blinded By the thought of you So I'll try singing about the colours I never knew I'd love I can't bring any flowers, but I can bring the mud 'Cause I've been burying myself alive, trying to call it quits I sure as hell have burnt the boat down, but I won't jump ship My heart leapt when I came home to silence 'Cause I haven't spent enough time in the quiet And yes, I like spending time with people who aren't me But I'm getting kind of tired, only being happy