Roses (ver. 2)

Turn around there’s those eyes again. }Turn around fake indifference and I. Watch their cold dark silhouettes disap}pear. }A hundred bodies fill this room. }And all their faces overdone. Pain is foreign foreign to }us. I don’t }even }know you. You won’t }even }know I’m gone. Was it something I did }wrong?   }Roses }roses }cold.} }Roses }roses }sold out.} Turn around reds and whites again. }I’d sell my kicks for one more low tar. Fevers hand in hand with shoelace }bracelets. Why are some girls so naive? }He didn’t unbutton your blouse to see. A better view of your heart. Oh yeah can’t blame you for }trying. I don’t }even }know you. You won’t }even }know I’m gone. Was it something I did }wrong?   }Roses }roses }cold.} }Roses }roses }sold out.} }Roses }roses }cold.} }Roses }roses }sold out.} Sing it }soft. Make it }slow. Apples }parachute the }boys back down. Fill it }up. }Overflow. A new }improved modern }way to feel. I don’t }even }know you. You won’t }even }know I’m gone. Was it something I did }wrong?   Was it something I did }wrong?   Was it something I did }wrong?