Sunflowers against a painted sky

The warmth and shadows of passers-by

We're products of the pain of a prism

But while I impair the clarity of vision

She is a mustard yellow I am not

Topaz and sapphire side by side

Maybe in the back, I'll find somewhere I can hide

The gleam and shine that I don't possess

If I'm anything, well I'm a little less

But I've given you everything I've got

And it's the pain of being painted vantablack

It's the severing of the memories coming back

Daisy dreams and star-filled eyes

A heart that braves a million goodbyes

I met the dark with fury and blood while

She dances with an award-winning smile

She's auburn and peach and amber and I just want in

This is the pain of being painted vantablack

Trying to sever what I remember

When I surrender to the flashbacks

The pain in trying to recover

All of my colours

You never gave back

I want a part of that light

I want a part of that light

Sunflowers against a painted sky

On a bus ride home alone I wonder why

Why I let the pain of a prism

Bend me beyond repair, bring back my fears and

She is a mustard yellow I am not

And will never...