Time Comes in Roses

Anyway, you’re seeing stars at night inside the

plane

You’d like to light me up, but I don’t play

“Hey” you say “Summer’s on her way”

But she doesn’t know it’s the end of the world

And she dances you back to the garden, girl

But time comes in roses

I really love ya

I’m tired of being like my mother

I get excited, I get depressed

I’m never happy with how I’m dressed

Anyway, there’s nothing I won’t tell you or not

say

And you like the way you hurt yourself today

With the tv on the back foot up the way

I’m scared of sleeping and I don’t know why

How it dances you into a lonely night

But time comes in roses

I really love ya

I’m tired of being like my mother

I get excited, I get depressed

I’m never happy with how I’m dressed

Five years wasted, I’m still young

But only by a couple months

And then I’m dead

For all intents and purposes

And I’ve been slower than I thought

At getting my life off the rocks

Nobody thinks I’m special yet

Nobody thinks I’m special yet