Roses

Guess I fell asleep in my car again
 It's 6 a.m., and I'm gripping on a cigarette
 I forget, let's blame it on that glass of red
 Now fill me in, were you into him or just upset?
 I tell myself to walk away
 And battle with my self-restraint
 You shift your head and meet my gaze
 And make my blood course through my veins
 My head's a mess, when you're in it
 Is this fair?
 I feel that we're close to the end
 With one foot hanging from the edge
 We roll over and play pretend
 'Cause roses don't know when they're dead
 (Don't know they're dead)
 Roses don't know when they're dead
 (Don't know they're dead)
 Roses don't know when they're dead
 Then you looked me in the eye
 Said I'll never be the guy
 Who can hold a nine-to-five, and I'll never make the time
 As usual, we fight
 Now we're taking off your tights
 Guess we'll blame it on that glass of red
 I tell myself to walk away
 And battle with my self-restraint
 You shift your head and meet my gaze
 And make my blood course through my veins
 Is this fair?
 I feel that we're close to the end
 With one foot hanging from the edge
 We roll over and play pretend
 'Cause roses don't know when they're dead
 (Don't know they're dead)
 Roses don't know when they're dead
 (Don't know they're dead)
 Roses don't know when they're dead
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 Is this fair?
 I feel that we're close to the end
 With one foot hanging from the edge
 We roll over and play pretend
 'Cause roses don't know when they're dead
 (Don't know they're dead)
 Roses don't know when they're dead
 (Don't know they're dead)
 Roses don't know when they're dead