The Grass is More Grey Than the Sky

What it means to me is not what it means,

It's never so easy, it's not what it seems,

And as I try to wrap my head around

All the things you say, all the things I've found,

I can feel my age, too young to explain,

Still rolling around in the rain.

More droplets fall, I'm ever so small,

And the grass is more grey than the sky;

For a while I feel alive.