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



Credits
Writer(s): Bess Harriet Hildick-smith
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