The Company Won't Colour Me Testo

I❝ve taken a piece of her, her aorta
I stole her silhouette,
now I'm meeting my ghost.
I treasure this souvenir,
I made her mine,
I held her darker side.I cast colours and sounds,
i put the vowels inside these nouns...
Company don❝t colour me,
don❝t call on me,
don❝t call on me,
don❝t collar me,
don❝t colour me,
don❝t call here.
She❝s losing her maiden name.
Giving it up, taking a new title,
I❝ll bet they let it all drop.
I❝m starting a new chapter,
although i read the last page long ago
It❝s gonna be a long night,
a longer day, if this feeling stays
Company don❝t colour me,
don❝t call on me,
don❝t call on me,
don❝t collar me,
don❝t colour me,
don❝t call here...
Feigning lost words,
It❝s the same mistake i made before...
The pages fell out of my book,
the paperback to which I look
for an angle,
for an idea.
The print is spread across my palms
marking out the syllables...
of the answers,
of my prospects
The company won❝t colour me,
Won❝t call on me,
Won❝t call on me,
Don❝t collar me,
Don❝t colour me,
Don❝t call here.