Roses

Woke up at four with a bad taste
Slipped back to our past days
My mouth tastes like an ashtray
Draw an image of a sad face
'Cause I rather feel creative
Than just trapped inside my issues
Than facing that I miss you
And I don't really move forward much
Creativity, wine, I dramatize
Write a song 'cause I don't know how to handle it right
My friends on my mind when I burn the bridge
And I certainly picked out the sturdiest
Have the memories burned in my skin
Because my mind feels about to overflow
Make my room spin rounds like a rodeo
Wanna grow but I keep feeling lonely though

I see roses
Peonies, my mind is gorgeous
Secret garden, watering my thorns
I see roses
Home lost unfortunate
Rotten trees covering my orchard

I see roses, peonies and blush suede
Jo Malone perfume makes for fucked up days
Scroll through my phone like a lost case
Like I lost my mind in my photo roll
Hard to find it while sober though
And I only go for sad songs and overreactions like Romeo
So, so, walked through the market but the cage is gone
Pomme songs are my danger zone
Bonne chance to whatever lucky date I'm on
And fun with the bags you're tryna save me from
Ah, paint a happy little mistake
Six months of all my missed days
My kiss tastes like distractions

I see roses
Peonies, my mind is gorgeous
Secret garden, watering my thorns
I see roses
Home lost unfortunate
Rotten trees covering my orchard

I see roses
I see roses

My minds lifeless
Tell me why I'm like this
Oh, my minds lifeless
Tell me why I'm like this

I see roses
Peonies, my mind is gorgeous
Secret garden, watering my thorns
I see roses
Home lost unfortunate
Rotten trees covering my orchard

I see roses
I see roses
I see roses
I see roses