I told him the sky was purple
He knew it was blue
But he knew that believing the sky was purple was a way inside my thoughts
Clearly seeing the sky for its TRUE colors he only wanted to see what I saw
Broken pieces scattered
I just wanted him to help me solve my puzzle
So I told him the sky was purple
As we laid under the brown tree
If only he could understand that I saw blue and a burning red
And what was really in my head
Is that I was torn in between the two
Most of my pieces were hidden in places I was afraid to return.
So next time I say the sky is purple I want you to know that’s what I see when I’m with you….