Bunny Rose

I don't really want to fall in love again The laying of cold flowers offered by fate, your friend (See) when your darling greets you with the tears streaming down their face Getting on their knees, I miss you, well we all die anyways So what's the bad with being alone, while we're living? Why the sorrow and the groan, of curling up with a stuffy? That lives long after you do, named my bundles of cotton Piggy Tishan and Bunny Rose They wait for me to come home, home, home To lie upon my throne, throne, throne They wait for me to come home, home, home To lie upon my throne, throne, throne I don't really want to give myself again The act of being naked in front of a friend (See) When their eyes digress from their softer pure place Their smile taking form from the thirstiness, they so often hid away So what's the bad with being alone, while we're living? I don't want to aimlessly throw, my love around like it's notheing Maybe I could just have a dog, whose fur is soft like the sunshine I'll name him Lion Leon Snow He waits for me to come home, home, home To fly upon my throne, throne, throne They wait for me to come home, home, home To lie upon my throne, throne, throne --- Bunny Rose - Braids