The Colour of Your Room

I'm not your chameleon
Not anymore

Six years I ordered what you ordered
Laughed a beat after your friends
Wore the grey because you told me
Yellow made me look like trying
I learned your coffee, learned your sister
Learned the jokes I wasn't in
I blended into every wall
Until the walls were all I was

Then you left a note beside the kettle
Said I'd changed, I wasn't fun
And for the first time in six years
I didn't change for anyone

I'm not your chameleon
I'm not the colour of your room
I'm not your chameleon
Not anymore, not for you

Not anymore, not anymore
Watch me walk out the front door
Not anymore, not anymore
I'm not your chameleon
I'm not your chameleon anymore

First night alone I ordered spicy
Cried a little, finished it
Bought a tin of yellow paint
And did the front door on a Sunday
The neighbour said, "That's very loud"
I said, "I know, I picked it"
Called my sister, told a joke
And laughed the moment it was funny

You can keep the grey sofa
You can keep the grey dress too
I'm painting over every wall
I disappeared into for you

I'm not your chameleon
I'm not the colour of your room
I'm not your chameleon
Not anymore, not for you

Yellow on the door
Red on the dress I sent back for you
Green on the plants you said were a mess
Every colour's a thing I get to choose

I'm not your chameleon
I'm the colour of my room
I'm not your chameleon
Not anymore, and not for you

Not anymore
Not anymore
Not anymore
Not anymore