Blue-Sky Research/What's Left

So you want more affection to add to your distractions contraction? The snow it bleeds a sky so grey today Of memories what's lost not gained pretty Reliving awful yesterdays We can't see the other side We forget obstructed views can't see blue skies No longer blind Paint a portrait to be seen of hopes and dreams Stain the canva*s carelessly (our enemies) (Take the present as a gift reversal Make the message of what's left) So you plead for attention to add to this dimension contention The stroke of time just hides the safe to reign The choke of loss despise our taste And our soul's honest side which leaves us just to be our own disguise