Orange - Pinegrove

I try to wrap my head around

An eye for an eye full of iodine

I try to remember the history of time

I try to laugh, or sleep it off

That awful feeling something’s off

By eye I measure the narrow length across

Today the sky is orange

And you and I know why

I try to warn my senator

He told me he invented it

And I should feel happy he talked to me at all

I try to down the bluest pill

The author of the fucking bill

Bragging on YouTube, the criminals he’ll kill

They’re trying to ignore it

We always knew they’d try

Today the sky is orange

And you and I know why