when I'm on my own
the sky above seems
grayer than it ever really should be

when I'm on my own
the whole wide world seems
drained of all the things that make it happy

but when I am with you
the sky could not be more blue
even if it wanted to
and I notice that roses are red
and the color of violets is blue
and the color of my life is you

when I'm on my own
my eyes begin to do this thing where everything grows duller
when I'm on my own
the thought of seeing you is all that I can see in color
alright

but when I am with you
the sky could not be more blue
even if it wanted to
and I notice that roses are red
and the color of violets is blue
and the color of my life is you