A colorful fool. The sky is the strangest hue. My words bleed black into pretentious nonchalance. A careless swipe of grays across my skies. A sunny headache in my mouth; I'm choosing a lover who is confusing my world.

Could you hold my hand just for now? Lie to me, because it makes me happy. I'm tired of reality. Tired of walking. Dance a slow song with me. And pretend to be my lover, just for tonight. Tonight, pretense is our master, and my heart is your pawn.