it's not the color

"I think of you in blue and gray
Sometimes you are my sunny day.

The gray seems dusty, but it is
a dear, sweet memory freeze.

You're very much of that right now
a memory of sparks and how
a girl who had a sugar rush
began to fall in love and blush.

This memory will soon be gone
make place for "now", dressed in chiffon,
and the girl with the sugar rush
will hold your hand in utter gush."