Ruined Roses
I met you at a flower market
You were buying a bouquet for your mom and
I guess that's how it started
You asking me if red or white were my favourite ones
It was May 16th
I didn't know better
Didn't know anything about ya
You seemed nice when you gave me that flower
Now I know a few things about ya
You really ruined roses
And I bet that you don't know this
Used to make me feel better
Now they make me bitter
Yeah, they're really pretty
Now they make me petty
Don't matter pink or blue, yellow
Yeah, they all remind me of you, it's true
You really ruined roses
You really ruined roses
Mmmm
Always used them to apologize
To fill up space between morning and night
Yeah, that vase was never empty
But your side of the bed was
Cause you were never next to me
You really ruined roses
And I bet that you don't know this
Used to make me feel better
Now they make me bitter
Yeah, they're really pretty
Now they make me petty
Don't matter pink or blue, yellow
Yeah, they all remind me of you, it's true
You really ruined roses
You really ruined roses
Mmmm
All flowers die and all men lie and I'm so sick of it
You could have picked any kind so tell me why you picked my favourite
You really ruined roses
And I bet that you don't know this
Used to make me feel better
Now they make me bitter
Yeah, they're really pretty
Now they make me petty
Don't matter pink or blue, yellow
Yeah, they all remind me of you, it's true
You really ruined roses
You really ruined roses
Yeah, you really ruined roses
You really ruined roses
Mmmm
You were buying a bouquet for your mom and
I guess that's how it started
You asking me if red or white were my favourite ones
It was May 16th
I didn't know better
Didn't know anything about ya
You seemed nice when you gave me that flower
Now I know a few things about ya
You really ruined roses
And I bet that you don't know this
Used to make me feel better
Now they make me bitter
Yeah, they're really pretty
Now they make me petty
Don't matter pink or blue, yellow
Yeah, they all remind me of you, it's true
You really ruined roses
You really ruined roses
Mmmm
Always used them to apologize
To fill up space between morning and night
Yeah, that vase was never empty
But your side of the bed was
Cause you were never next to me
You really ruined roses
And I bet that you don't know this
Used to make me feel better
Now they make me bitter
Yeah, they're really pretty
Now they make me petty
Don't matter pink or blue, yellow
Yeah, they all remind me of you, it's true
You really ruined roses
You really ruined roses
Mmmm
All flowers die and all men lie and I'm so sick of it
You could have picked any kind so tell me why you picked my favourite
You really ruined roses
And I bet that you don't know this
Used to make me feel better
Now they make me bitter
Yeah, they're really pretty
Now they make me petty
Don't matter pink or blue, yellow
Yeah, they all remind me of you, it's true
You really ruined roses
You really ruined roses
Yeah, you really ruined roses
You really ruined roses
Mmmm
Credits
Writer(s): Lydia Sutherland, Liz Christensen, Brettyn Rose
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.