Roses and Clay

I still remember when you said to me that everything we love will someday leave
That it's best to be at peace for fear of the inevitable is useless and obscene
But still I didn't expect the double meaning of that sentiment
The foreshadowing of days to come and time spend
The retreating of yourself inside yourself
And the shifting of the tides to reflect the ones who swim in them
But still I trudged on expecting
Differences but Blistering the messages have faded into a semitone of grey
The years I spent painting pictures on the canvases cracked
Outside the lines of those who don't quite no if it's time to go or stay
But I find myself here again
Hearing again these words again
But this time without the roses or the clay

The images of those you want to please
But darling please don't let yourself fade away
The images of those you want to please
But darling please don't let yourself fade away

But yet in the cold evenings I still sit alone despite the phone calls and the mixed messages
I wait here and I tell myself I won't let it happen again
And I wake up every morning with so much fear
Expecting everyone I love to just disappear
And all the realness of the world is just so obscene to me
Tell me that I've done something wrong so I can stop feeling so bad about the things I don't know yet
Despite the cries for help and every time I told you I felt more lonely these passed few months then I've ever felt
I sit alone at night
And I wonder if gods listening
And if he misses when I used to sing with so much love inside and ring out joy as if it was second nature
But I've grown cold you've grown old
You've grown old
Older than I'll ever be
Older than I'll ever be and over you and me
How I miss the roses and the clay

The images of those you want to please
But darling please don't let yourself fade away
The images of those you want to please
But darling please don't let yourself fade away

But every time I look at you my heart breaks a little more cause there's just a hollow shell where you used to be
And haunted by a stranger who I've never known and it wants to be left alone and I don't want to be alone
But all I ever feel is alone and I'm tired

I'm tired of all the roses and the clay
I'm tired of all the roses and the clay