Roses

Guess I fell asleep in my car again

It's 6am and I'm gripping on a cigarette

I forget, let's blame it on that glass of red

Now fill me in were you into him or just upset?

I tell myself to walk away

And battle with my self-restraint

You shift your head and meet my gaze

And make my blood course through my veins

My head's a mess, when you're in it

Is this fair?

I feel that we're close to the end

With one foot hanging from the edge

We roll over and play pretend

Cause roses don't know when they're dead

Roses don't know when they're dead

Roses don't know when they're dead

Then you looked me in the eye

Said I'll never be the guy

Who can hold a 9 to 5 and I'll never make the time

As usual we fight

Now we're taking off your tights

Guess we'll blame it on that glass of red

I tell myself to walk away

And battle with my self-restraint

You shift your head and meet my gaze

And make my blood course through my veins

Is this fair?

I feel that we're close to the end

With one foot hanging from the edge

We roll over and play pretend

Cause roses don't know when they're dead

Roses don't know when they're dead

Roses don't know when they're dead

Is this fair?

I feel that we're close to the end

With one foot hanging from the edge

We roll over and play pretend

Cause roses don't know when they're dead

Roses don't know when they're dead

Roses don't know when they're dead