Rose Tints

I grew up with the weirdos
The addicts and the psychos
Who filled their bloody noses
With crack cocaine and roses
We slept under the bridges
And busked until our stitches
Fell out and she would kiss it
Goddamn how I miss it

I grew up under water
With the smell of burning solder
And I never knew my father
He didn't ever bother
But I had my lovely mother
I love her and my brothers
And made up with a lover
When I thought there'd be no other

And it would rain on all of us
But none of us would bitch or fuss
Even though nearly none of us
Were ever really warm enough



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Saxton
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