Idea Song

I feel like rainbows everyday
Is that what you want me to say to you?
I made it up in the living room
Oh, this could have gone a thousand ways
Time is cruel to the idea you don’t write down
Sooner or later, you’re ripping at your skin
Something you only said out loud
Lost best invention of the week
A soft-spoken white boy remedy
They’ll say it’s all been done before
Or you don’t make the sense that I had aimed for
Time is cruel to the idea you don’t write down
Sooner or later, you’re ripping at your skin
Something you only said out loud