Hot Pink

Golden is the sunrise on silver seas
And smothered by the cover of the breeze
She breathes the killer bees in the blue wind blow
They turn away the tide
A rainbow starts to melt
No ones hear to help
But it sure looks nice outside

Sometimes I take a paintbrush to the past
To color all the summers overcast
You and me in the falling snow
And so the story goes
You don't think I will crack open the quill
And slowly started to drink the poison in my ink
Hot pink, in memories I sink

And now you're over there
While I'm waiting here
The colors disappear
But every time I blink, I sink
In memories of hot, hot pink