Buy me red roses
And poison me with your kisses
So I don\'t have to feel the pain of a thousand cuts
When I am drowning in darkness
When the night comes to an end, and I\'m crying again
I see myself in the mirror
With sinking eyes, with flat eyes, with grey eyes
I lay in bed, looking back at old photographs
The morning sky
A fox
A lullaby
You grow back every year like larkspur
Like an orange on a tree
Singing
About our secret obsessions
I collect my tears in a jar
Every time you leave
I count them, but there\'s no more room in my bedroom
Between piano and bedsheets
I am as silent as the radio and I feel ill
With every falling leaf
With every cigarette, with every lost friend
You let me down like I let myself down
And I should\'ve known
I know you well like your dirty fingernails
How you kiss the bottle
How you sleep but never wake up
How you live like a child, but you\'re thirty-three.