Tangerine

Tangerine, odd colored rain
I have been standing where I could be seen
No, I'm not running out of ink
Trying to be much more clean

Tangerine, I'm watching it without blink
As you drink from red colored tin
I'm folding my smile to a grin
Yeah, turn the lights dim

Sorry, I'm not moving as you say
Sorry, I envy where your hands lay
Rudely, I'm walking away
Like a tangerine, I'm not even gray