The Kiss From A Rose

Kissing roses take the blame...

I want to die before your body rots

More, more, more;

The sky is building a grave for us

And here's the secret that no one knows...

This house is all about rejection

And I am climbing this giant ladder

To stay afloat,

And this house is built from love

For I shall fight, yet I shall die

Will I come out on the other side

And kiss the red tree that breeds red roses?

My love is a stark-shine force

Divided by two lovely shenanigans;

A house on top of a hill

And a lonely sailor in the garden.

What is love without a kiss from a rose?

The curtain is made of pins and rose petals

And the streets are made of dreams

For I am a kissing rose

Kissing a tree,

What kite flies above the sky?

True words never find the rhythm

Unless eternity turns over a new leaf

May I start to burn in treason

With the deliverance of my heart...

...oh my heart, my heart;

The grand old opry

Rebukes all that there is

And I shall raise the golden sun to its standards

For I am sky blue in the heart

Swimming in dear old sand...

My heart is fetal

Like a rosebud baby

Blooming between rocks of lesion;

I love you, my boy

Will you swim in the bottom with your girl?

A kiss from a rose is dangerous

I shall call this callous owl

And make it fly...

For I am not livid anymore

The mysteriousness has taken me

And all the letters I've written to God

Are my heart's burial force;

I cry, I cry, for the rose

For the rose bleeds from treason...

This house is insane,

How can one so dumb

Get through the pain?

For I am numb.

Behold William Shakespeare

Wearing cargo pants...

For he holds his heart in his pocket;

I am truly numb now,

For I can feel the pain

Why question a rose's kiss

If it is not true?