Time Comes in Roses

Anyway
You're seeing stars at night inside the plane
You'd like to light me up, but I don't play
Hey, you say, summer's on her way

But she doesn't know it's the end of the world
And she dances you back to the garden, girl

But time comes in roses, I really love ya
I'm tired of being like my mother
I get excited, I get depressed
I'm never happy with how I'm dressed

Anyway
There's nothing I won't tell you or not say
And you like the way you hurt yourself today
With the TV on the back foot up the way

I'm scared of sleeping, and I don't know why
How it dances you into a lonely night

But time comes in roses, I really love ya
I'm tired of being like my mother
I get excited, I get depressed
I'm never happy with how I'm dressed

Five years wasted, I'm still young
But only by a couple months
And then I'm dead for all intents and purposes

And I've been slower than I thought
At getting my life off the rocks
Nobody thinks I'm special yet
Nobody thinks I'm special yet

Getting my life off the rocks

Getting my life off the rocks



Credits
Writer(s): Bess Harriet Hildick-smith
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