Anyway, you're seeing stars at night inside the plane You'd like to light me up but I don't play Hey, you say, summer's on her way
But she doesn't know it's the end of the world And she dances you back to the garden, girl
But time comes in roses, I really love ya I'm tired of being like my mother I get excited, I get depressed I'm never happy with how I'm dressed
Anyway, there's nothing I won't tell you or not say And you like the way you hurt yourself today With the TV on the back foot up the way
I'm scared of sleeping and I don't know why How it dances you into a lonely night
But time comes in roses, I really love ya I'm tired of being like my mother I get excited, I get depressed I'm never happy with how I'm dressed
Five years wasted, I'm still young But only by a couple months And then I'm dead for all intents and purposes
And I've been slower than I thought At getting my life off the rocks Nobody thinks I'm special yet Nobody thinks I'm special yetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
