Coming Up Roses

I'm a junkyard full of false starts
 And I don't need your permission
 To bury my love under this bare light bulb
 The moon is a sickle cell
 It'll kill you in time
 Your cold white brother will ride in your blood
 Like spun glass in sore eyes
 While the moon does its division
 You're buried below
 And you're coming up roses everywhere you go
 Red roses follow
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 The things that you tell yourself
 They'll kill you in time
 Your cold white brother alive in your blood
 Spinning in the night sky
 While the moon does its division
 You're buried below
 And you're coming up roses everywhere you go
 Red roses
 So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows
 It's coming up roses everywhere you go
 Red roses