I don't know how to separate my darks and lights.
I found a lover in your laundry pile
I couldn't tell if they were dirty or clean
So I chucked them back in
And did a little thinking
I struggle with what not to do
I realize I was all over you
But it is also true
That I may have been drinking
Surely people smile while they are on cocaine
But is it as bright as the smile
Brought from a rainbow after the rain
If I believed I could tell the difference
Maybe it would ease the pressure on my brain
Why can't I chuck you back in?