Vivid

Walking to the house, the bright heavenly blue house
My body is on blissful fire and my mind is racing but in reality I'm the equivalent to a human sloth
The sun shines down on all the houses of the neighborhood, and the grass is so much greener

We stumble and may fall but we'll laugh and get back up
Your head is fuzzy but your eyes are like a camera, focus, refocus, zoom in, zoom out, focus again...
But when they focus it's like you can see each individual drop of crystal dew on each blade of grass

Conversations about everything come up as you down a couple cans of Pibb and a bag of Bugles
You don't know what you're talking about, or why
You just know that this is undoubtedly the best time

The way things look, it's as if the sun was right outside of your window
It's as if Crayola took a giant crapola all over the world
It's like you're on an episode of a show for PBS

Vivid and bright, the colors make you smile
The feeling makes your eyes roll back
And you want to do it again.