Colourblind
by Ross Durand

He's not colourblind
He just sees everything in black and white
With or against and wrong or right
There are no shades of gray

He don't see things like the rest of us
Disequilibrium will cause a fuss
It's always been that way, it always must
Until his dying day

And someday I'd like to make him wear those emerald shades
To see the things he's missing, when he looks at things that way

He's not colourblind
Just turns a blind eye, never pays no nevermind
What a waste of all the light that shines
From the sun

He claims he never had no need for that
That things are clearer if you shut it out
Already knows what he things about it
He's not the only one

They draw inside the lines they draw, if you cross it you better run
128 colors of crayon and they're only using one

Maybe someday they'll come around
And get their feet back down here on the ground
Open up their eyes and look around
Who knows what they'd find

Until that day I'm keeping hope alive
Though sometimes I don't know why
Prob'ly a waste of my time to try
He might as well be colourblind