A Boy With Roses

Through the Lens of Drunk Eyes

I said I was sorry but it\'s too late    

You never could look me in my face  

And now I can\'t undo the damage  

I said what I had to say

Steeping in deep waters of history

The trust breaks down and the love fades    

The piano plays delicately as I burnish my regrets

I\'ve never been more impulsive.