YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME
YOU’VE GOT A HEART OF GOLD
EVERYTHING FALLS APART
LEAVES YOU IN THE COLD

PURPOSE IS SCARING ME
WHAT IF I CAN’T SEE MINE
LOVE ON THE FILTHY STREETS IS SO DIVINE

YOU ARE THE COLOUR MY DEAR
YOU ARE THE COLOUR MY DEAR

YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME
YOU’VE GOT A HEART OF GOLD

ONCE I HAVE FOUND THE WORDS
I’LL LOOSEN MY HOLD

YOU ARE THE COLOUR MY DEAR

I HAD THE FULL INTENT OF RENTING A COMEDY TONIGHT… FORCE MYSELF TO LAUGH A BIT. I GUESS I SHOULD HAVE FIGURED DIFFERENTLY WHEN I OPTED TO RENT A UK COMEDY. FREAKING BRITS. I WATCHED ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE MIDLANDS. IT HAD FUNNY BITS, BUT, IF YOU’VE EVER LOVED AND LOST, AND BEEN CONFUSED, AND YOUR FAMILY ISN’T NORMAL… WELL, YOU’LL FEEL RIGHT AT HOME. BUT, THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU CAN ALWAYS FIND SOMETHING FAMILIARITY IN ALL YOU SEE… THIS TIME I’M NOT SO SURE. GOOD FILM, PROBABLY NOT THE BEST TO WATCH RIGHT NOW.

I CAN’T THINK STRAIGHT ANYMORE… LIVING IS DREAMING, AND I DREAM ABOUT SLEEP, SO I CAN DREAM. LONG DAYS. TIRED. SORE. BROKEN.

IT’S A GOOD THING I’M BUSY… BUT, I STILL CAN’T FOCUS. I HATE THIS. I CAN’T EAT OR SLEEP.