Oh, sweet rose, don't you know
that someday you are destined to die...

I'm dreading tomorrow
and seeing that sorrow...

Sand on my toes
should be warm...

I am sitting here
waiting for you...

I stand here,
my heart in my hands...

When you're crying
and you can't help but frown...

Scream your lungs bloody,
Fall prey to normalacy...

Everyone wants to know how to bottle the sunrise
but i have her sitting on a page...

These speakers are blown, so everything sounds off
kinda like these hot summer days...

Mondays smell like burning
saturdays taste sweet, like honey...

The rain pitter patters
on my not-tin roof...

Take me away
fly me across...