MOOD red orange yellow green blue INDIGO violet

Whats there to say except start over?
when the time has come to pass
when the future came to fast
when everything around you is about to crash
And flowing from your mouth
are the same old lies and tricks
you tell yourself at night when you're in bed.
So much depends on a red set of lips
that stop your heart
that halt your tracks
that makes you take a second glance
Feet stuck in mud
life stuck in park
and getting outs as simple as shifting into drive
but harder than swimming out of quicksand
it takes a death of sorts to come back to life
three days in the belly of the beast
three wishes from a lamp
three strikes and your out
and then its time for a seventh inning stretch.