Roses

Guess I fell asleep in my car again It's 6am and I'm gripping on a cigarette I forget, let's blame it on that glass of red Now fill me in were you into him or just upset? I tell myself to walk away And battle with my self-restraint You shift your head and meet my gaze And make my blood course through my veins My head's a mess, when you're in it Is this fair? I feel that we're close to the end With one foot hanging from the edge We roll over and play pretend Cause roses don't know when they're dead Then you looked me in the eye Said I'll never be the guy Who can hold a 9 to 5 and I'll never make the time As usual we fight Now we're taking off your tights Guess we'll blame it on that glass of red