Orange

I miss the way I see, hear, taste, touch, love the color Orange
I know this feeling's foreign
But if you let me drive
Then we can floor it

I think of you so much
I developed some bad ways of copin
I still regret the way i left and let things go unspoken
And these drugs just ain't enough
To help me bottle up the emotion
But i hope you're doing well
And you go get everything you've chosen
Still

I miss the way I see, hear, taste, touch, love the color Orange
(Vroooom Vrooom)
I know this feeling's foreign
But if you let me drive
The we can floor it

I know life gets so hard
Sometimes we feel that we ain't up for it
But whenever you call
I'll come cause you're what's most important
And time stands to freeze
So we turn up in the heat of the moment
I need you to see this painting's
Incomplete without your citrus portrait

Just know
I miss the way I see, hear, taste, touch, love the color Orange
I know this feeling's foreign
But if you let me drive then we can floor it