Become dull and gray and apathetic

An explosion that blasts away the dull gray years between the now and that 1 firey night when she was mine

An explosion that blasts away the dull. Gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.

An explosion that blasts away the dull, gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.

Yeah, but it was dull, or foggy, or gray.

And why do we almost, before we've even begun to live, become dull and gray and apathetic and lazy and useless and unhappy?