Son, Ambulance - The Moral Of Rosa, Parolee lyrics

rate me

Way to come on,

but I've got to sing this song

Say you'll never call home,

well I wonder where you are

And wherever you go, I've got room in the car

This ghost won't play with your head

He'll just sit and be good

He won't talk to the trash

He won't sing through the glass

Take my hand off the petals and glass

They shut down the corner clothing shop downtown -

embroidered roses to meet her match who wore no tie, and his collar stunk of gin through the layers of trash on a broken chandelier

Oh, it all seems so meaningless when you're looking with your head

There, there, child

But i think you can handle it,

always being so hard -

harder to just leave it alone

It'll come back around like a pace yourself down the road somewhere

Maybe november (us back together)

we will remember

that we were best friends

It'll tear you in half

It'll cause you to crash

and turn into nothing

No road, there's no end

You can stay true to light

as you sweat down

dangling from the fixture like a worm

Don't play with the petals<br />

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Thanks to razvan