Some Green

What about some green in this? Does it really need to exist? Taking up oxygen in the room Maybe I could be of use Doing something less obtuse Than turning all my rotten thoughts into perfume Pointing up like the first person to see the moon Look for me sometime Well, there may still be an outline Dust of charcoal and lime Ooh, or the echo of a chime I could walk around all sides Of the dumbest idea I Had and paint a picture like It's some kind of rune Or maybe I should go outside Stop leaving notes on your side Of the bed and abandon the room Pointing up like the first person to see the moon Look for me sometime Yeah, there may still be an outline Dust of charcoal and lime Ooh, or the echo of a chime Ooh, or the echo of a chime Ooh, or the echo of a chime