Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

Your Favorite Color Black


Nico

I took a drive on Friday,
somewhere back by tuesday,
What else can I say?
You've stolen my thoughts,
my only place to stay.

My eyes are tired and so is my mind,
Tearing my finger nails off, one at a time.

There's something beautiful about black,
the color of absense and lack,
But there's something in black
that is not in blue,
the beauty in black
and my dark eyes on you.

You pulled so hard you broke the skin,
you bit so hard that now i'm thin,
can you even see, or tell if it's raining?
Fuck it, oh well,
I'll find someone else worth blamming.

I've been thinking about lemons,
or what roses have,
this time, your time,
so angry, glad, and mad.

My pen is bleeding,
it stains so ugly,
like ignornace in june,
and the quiet jaded moon.