Sky Is Not Blue Lemon Demon

I made you these construction paper dolls
Connected by the hands with tiny little faces
And now I'll hang them on the walls
So you can see the people filling up the spaces

I think I am the only one to ever realize that I am
The only one to realize what's true
When all the world is stuck in a jam:
The sky is not blue

I made you this defective little song
Connected by the chords, connected and melodic
And if you think I sing it wrong
Or if you think it sounds a little too robotic

Just let me know, I'll understand, and maybe when I play next week
I'll think of you and make it pristine
As long as you repeat after me:
The grass is not green

I might have stated what I thought before
I might have kept it in, my memory is failing
I might have stumbled through the door
You might have stared and asked what I had been inhaling

I might have blinked, I might have sighed
I might have been a has-might-have-been
But if you really heard what I said
You'd understand the mindset I'm in
Where roses aren't red