كلمات Watercolour

Face it I would sit at home Finding places I wouldn’t go There were traces Of affable clones But via phrases I’d learned on my phone I’m all of a flutter I’m just watercolour Basic Won the raffle once Was he famous? I wouldn’t know There were pages Of my scattered hopes That after ages Turned into jokes I’m just floor to cover I’m just bored of coming in To the office fully sober I’m just water running I’m just bored of shuffling To the coffin on my shoulders I’m just watercolour I’m, all of a sudden Here