Pale purple nipples

Goose pimples

She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot

Alone in the city infested with faces

Immune to new friendships

Interested in places she's never seen

She says everything is gray here

And nothing is green

The girls down the street

Fifteen, seventeen years old

You can smell them getting pregnant

You can hear their rock and roll

That's America

You have to be tough like a glad trash bag

The government is just an old nag

With a good pedigree

But pedigrees don't help you and me

I see the precedent is gray here

And I don't expect green

Unless something unforeseen happens

I'm surrounded by the haves

They say I can have some too

Just because of what I do

Do they think a lot about those who have not

Or is it just distracting from what they do

Most of us have gray

Except for those who can pay for green

I'm torn

I'm torn

Rejecting outfits offered me

Regretting things I've worn

When I was still playing roles

In order to fill holes

In my conception of who I am

You know, now I understand

It's not important to be defined

It's only important to use your time well

Well time is something nobody can buy

And nobody can sell you

So don't let anybody tell you

They have the advantage

Because all the gray people can say every day

Doesn't mean anything if your mind is green

Pale purple nipples

Goose pimples

She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot

Alone in the city

Infested with faces

Immune to new friendships

Interested in places she's never seen

She says everything is gray here

Otherwise I'd stay here

But I'm looking for green

Just like every human being