Bunny Rose

I don't really want to fall in love again

The laying of cold flowers offered by fate your friend

See when your darling greets you with the tears streaming down their face

Getting on their knees, I miss you, well we all die anyways

So what's the bad with being alone, while we're living

Why the sorrow and the groan, of curling up with a stuffy

That lives long after you do, named my bundles of cotton

Piggy Tishan and Bunny Rose

They wait for me to come home, home, home

To lie upon my throne, throne, throne

They wait for me to come home, home, home

To lie upon my throne, throne, throne

I don't really want to give myself again

The act of being naked in front of a friend

See when their eyes digress from their softer pure place

Their smile taking form from the thirstiness, they so often hid away

So what's the bad with being alone, while we're living

I don't want to aimlessly throw, my love around like it's nothing

Maybe I could just have a dog, whose fur is soft like the sunshine

I'll name him Lanion Leon Snow

He waits for me to come home, home, home

To lie upon my throne, throne, throne

They wait for me to come home, home, home

To lie upon my throne, throne, throne