Most Perfect Color

Waiting for my own fire to start up again
But it seems like the spark is wet
Lingering around these towns that I have nothing to do with
But I fit right in

Where do you go
When you realize
You already know
I found myself
In the middle of it starting all over again

Filling in all these lines
With the most perfect color
Trying not to erase
Close my eyes
But all the lights stay on, I see my dreams
When I am awake

Where do you go
When you realize
You already know
I found myself
In the middle of it starting all over again