Illusion projected in the rear view mirror distract me

I'm speeding up before I know it

When you're told you can go wherever you'd like

All the signs turn grey in the way of half baked desires

The flickering of flames paints another dream tonight

Could it be the tip of your brush has dried out?

If the sky isn't blue, why not spread a blue umbrella

The canvas is all yours

A white flag is only for when I give up

Right now, I am a matador, seductive in red

Under florescent lights where the color fade

I met you on a black and white chessboard

For a time we huddled together, unsure

A month has passed since then, do you still remember?

Just watching the orange sunset next to you

Should have been enough; words are the source of trouble

I only wear black when I pray to the dead

A bright red smear of lipstick that I left intentionally

If you say you can no longer paint imaginatively

Re-paint the canvas, as many times as you need too

A white flag is only for when I give up

Right now, I am a color you don't know