Roses

Winter comes flying in
And the leaves turn brown
They blow away in the wind
And I catch them as I turn around

Well in that place with three cats
And your sister but you need more than that

So I'll swing by your house
And bring you all the roses
You'll ever need
And you'll count them out
And later down the line
You'll gift one to me
Oh, oh

Your rapid feet like the summer shore
You push your way in, sit on my couch
But what's mine is yours
Tell me you've been feeling down
They don't get me, not in my town

Well in that place with three cats
And your sister but you need more than that

So I'll swing by your house
And bring you all the roses
You'll ever need
And you'll count them out
And later down the line
You'll gift one to me
Oh, oh, oh

Backpack and your blue hair
Setting up camp elsewhere
If they can't accept your power
How is that fair?
The best cat in your left hand
Your piano in the back of the van
You're coming home to me
It must feel good to be free
Oh, oh, oh, oh

And you'll swing by my house
And I'll show you all the roses
You'll ever need
And you'll count them out
And in the palm of your hand
You've picked one for me
Oh, oh, oh