Messing with my head.

Early satday morning
And im sat on my bed
Coz i'v put pen to paper
But its making no sense
And i - i jus wanna
Get it off my chest
But the words wont come
And its messing with my head
 
Blue ink writes on white paper
As the green sky whispers blue grass
Her black heart hates the red rainclouds
And its messin with my head
Messin with my head
 
Late sunday evenin
And im led on the grass
Im hearin clouds
As their whisperin past
And i - i jus wanna
Let it all be said
But the words wont come
And its messin with my head
 
Blue ink writes on white paper
As the green sky whispers blue grass
Her black heart hates the red rainclouds
And its messin with my head
Messin with my head
 
Pen touches paper
Head messin up
Tryna write her story
But shes messin with my head
Messin with my head
 
Blue ink writes on white paper
As the green sky whispers blue grass
Her black heart hates the red rainclouds
And shes messing with my head
Messing with my head