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