Roses Barehanded

 

 

Something cute to call her
of the way it feels
the way you feel blue
the stride in her heels
walking away from you

Now you’re off by yourself
picking up roses barehanded
for others to see
off alone in the crowd, that plays so loud
you cannot hear

Do you think she’ll, remember you name?
forgetting your shame
find an old reason
you call to remind her
and she’s not there

Who were you to believe?
wearing all those feelings on your sleeve
eleven months of denying
to follow a shadow
a ghost for your meaning

you were convenient
and you thought you were brave
as the spell wears off
You there as a slave
you didn't know, how to behave

waste your last breath in her name
she’d spend without shame
you knew what she was
you had to fall in love
how do you dare?

a collector of woes
the whisper of whores
invite more of the same
at least there honest
except for their name

 

 

 

All images & songs © HC Videll