The train is riding slow The weekend ended with bright screens to look at The image of your home it weighs a ton I should've gone to rehab The meaning of our calls My eyes that roll The little things that we have They're coming all at once Don't miss that chance cause chances rarely come back And you won't get that close to hear my voice I won't shout for etiquette I'd like to scream so loud So everyone would know how much i feel glad So blame it on the past, on me at last It's just a simple forecast Your eyes talk way too much Our hands can touch but words cannot explain that If there's a minute i fail Well, that's the minute i talk You're all the good on Earth The holy birth A pillow fight in my head You're everything i learned The storyboard of every step that i take And it will take too long to prove me wrong 'Bout the decisions i made Don't find another one to kiss your smile I'd kiss the bottle instead If there's a minute i fail Well, that's the minute i talk Keep breathing by my side Don't ask me why Just take life as we're not here Forget the world outside So black and white We're made of colors my dear