Purple Roses

Sitting in the corner cafe
Wondering why he never thought of her that way
All alone Sunday afternoon lonely avenue
Raining in her mind and from the sky, paradise

Reaching for another bouquet
He picks the purple roses and takes her on their second date
She wants to tell her, it's too late
Another rose a dead bouquet

And I wonder why the petals shine the way they do
They never shined that way for you
Holy sacrifice in me
Hoping you repeat your history
I guess I'm lucky

Meaning in a letter portrayed
All the things she wishes but she just never got to say
Writing a letter that betrays
The inner role she plays

And I wonder why the petals shine the way they do
They never shined that way for you
Holy sacrifice in me
Hope you don't repeat your history
I guess I'm lucky



Credits
Writer(s): Abigail Richter
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