If only you’d take my hand and lead me through a rainbow hue. Instead, I take the blue pill down a path unknown; lonely, but never alone. If only.
If only I’d used my head and taken the red pill. You’d be laying with me in our feather bed, warm and soft; holding my love aloft. If only.
If only my eyes didn’t glow green and you hadn’t seen how keen I’d been to press self-destruct every time you looked. If only.
If only my heart wasn’ t a bitter shade of lemon yellow; that I’d been far more mellow and willing to accept you. I’d have kept you. If only.
If only something would rhyme with orange… or purple.