Cold Roses

Mirrors in the room go black and blue

On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes

But we don't choose who we love

We don't choose

Lights over the Midway melt on the street

In her Sunday shoes with her Saturday feet

And she don't love who she choose

And she don't need what she use

Daylight comes and exposes

Saturday bruises

And cold roses

Cold roses

Nothing but the sunlight'll help you grow

From underneath your bed you can't see the window

We don't choose what we see

We don't choose

Fortunate and angry just like a child

All that money buys you medicine but can't buy you time

We don't choose what we love

And she don't need what she got

Daylight comes and exposes

Saturday bruises

And cold roses

Cold roses

Cold roses

Cold roses

Cold roses

Cold roses