WAATER from roses³ by rosesrosesroses

(whistling)

you know, i think i'll stop and watch
the birds for a while. ever since i got here
i haven't been able to stop thinking about the
pure beauty of it all. its perfect, its beautiful
there are roses everywhere and they are falling to
the ground at blistering speeds and its blinding me

completely, and its pretty. beautiful.

do you notice??
do you hold it?
do you hold it together for much longer now
now now now now now x(lots)

the things that were held now fall
slowly to the ground
i took an oath when I was a child
to never speak, but it hasn't been working out well for me
hah
(present day, present time)

the severence is kill
completely forget your self
can you take?
can you take a shower
so sick so sick, so she says
so sick, she says, im scared
so sick, im bare. im dead.

jokes for me and carefully stepped out
wet fucked and cold
she wanted my hands my hands my hands
carefully said, my hands

the faces we see them watching, carving away
he cursed my standard, where i play trapped
for everyday we let daggers spike
at our hearts, and at each eachother at the point
as is the water flows slowly from the hill
what have i, the choice to take chess

i am severed once again, from my own thoughts
and as the keeper of my bases, not hot enough, in tied
he tied, he tied, i tied, you tied, he tied, he taught, he taught (through the water)

as the severed package is intercepted my heart is in shambles
he talkes he talks he talks he talks he talks (through the water)
she soaks and the the orb closes, i trip over words and she rises from the dead
from the orb, rose to fast and held her own corpse
its from the orbs rise from single things form from the depths
she cant think anymore because shes so thirsty
im so thirsty
its so dry

• Punk
• expermiental
• folk pop
• nova scotia
• sad
• Yarmouth