Lines of cold

Someone take the pencils and pastels and ink pens.
someone take the crayons of my life it's past tense
and please color in the lines because sometimes I feel colorless
and please tell me when its time because sometimes Im not noticing
the clock on the wall its the grand of them all
Im tired of this free fall its too tall the missed calls
I cant climb it anymore somebody call the operator
of this seemingly broken down rusted elevator.
Please do not say my name words to me are imitators
reflections of the fractions with zero as their denominator

color in my lines let me see your authenticity
to colors i am blind or colorless is what your painting me
dont color with your eyes color with your souls verginity
color me with bliss excellecence no uncertaintys
I need some new shoes color them with aloonemity
I need a new heart color it with tranzoposity
I dream of new songs color them with mastenliquility

we needed  new colors so i took them from my soul
my colorful soul left gray a little bold
its up to you now to paint a picture that you know
just please paint it kindly inside my lines of cold.