Inflatable Vegetables COLOR ME ___ NE XIV.3 (Sampled Vocal Hook)
You sat by me in first grade art - wooden tables, plastic chairs
Dry glue on our fingers, stink of cheap tempera paint
I was the new kid, with superpowers - I could bend Crayola crayons
Teacher gave us manila paper - Draw a picture of your best friend
Color me with crooked crayons
I’ll draw you beige with sky blue dreams
We’re both reaching for the future
With badly rendered hands
Time can tear the closest friends
Distance that no glue can mend
I guess that’s how the crayon bends
Color me with crooked crayons
In middle school your father bought you a Strat and Peavey amp
You formed a cover band and played some gigs at Custer Park
I saved allowance, bought a Les Paul copy - Jammed with neighbor kids in my garage
Tho we wandered different ways - I still remember small kid days
CH
Color me with crooked crayons
I googled you when I thought of you today
It’s been such a long time
I see you’re married
And your father died
But not much more than that
How far did you chase your dreams
The ones we had in our early teens
I saved the picture I drew in first grade
You probably threw yours away
CH
Color me with crooked crayons