Loud as a Morning in June

Yellow walls

You picked the grey they call Quiet Stone
Said bright was loud for a place like home
Four years of rooms the color of rain
I learned to talk in a quieter shade
Saturday morning, hardware store
A man with a paint chip asks, "What's it for?"
I point to the one you'd never allow
He shakes the can and I hear it now

Tape on the trim
Sheet on the floor
First stroke, and the room
Isn't yours anymore

Yellow walls
Loud as a morning in June
Yellow walls
You'd hate this whole room

I'm not angry, I'm awake
Painting over what you chose
Yellow walls
Everywhere the sunlight goes

Everywhere the sunlight goes

Paint in my hair and a song on the phone
My sister brought pizza and wouldn't go home
She found your note in the kitchen drawer
"Don't touch the hallway," from last July
We laughed till the roller dripped on the floor
Then did the hallway twice
The neighbor leans in from the stairwell light
Says, "Finally somebody lives here, right?"

Tape on the trim
Two coats, not one
I'm not covering you
I'm letting in the sun

Yellow walls
Loud as a morning in June
Yellow walls
You'd hate this whole room

I'm not angry, I'm awake
Painting over what you chose
Yellow walls
Everywhere the sunlight goes

I kept the grey so you'd feel at home
I made myself small so you'd never go
You went anyway, that's the part I know
So this time I choose the color I show

Yellow walls (yellow walls)
Loud as a morning in June
Yellow walls (yellow walls)
I finally like this room

I'm not angry, I'm awake
Living in the shade I chose
Yellow walls
Everywhere the sunlight goes

One more coat
Yellow walls