Song: Roses by Annale
Roses die too, oh yes they do
but can we catch the petals
'fore they hit the floor baby
What falls faster a petal or a tear? If they touch, is it dew?
In the morning I scream wondering if I break metal.
Hard like my emotions, if I'm being real, its you.
Distorting my reality, feet in the air hoping to settle.
Grow my roots on your forehead. Is that too coarse to chew?
I'm too hot. Don't touch my stomach its like a kettle.
Burning your fingers blue.
Touching my face, hands melting, this is us, we are glue.
Your face is shedding. I'm such a crybaby.
The petals will catch our tears before they hit the floor baby.