Is this the part I say I’m sorry
And I only make it worse
Half listening to your advice
It all felt too rehearsed
You say I’m dying
But I’m dying to try it first
Say those ruby colored glasses
Are only gonna get you hurt
Red, the color of his car
The color of the blood in my heart
As it beats way too hard
He read my sentimental scars
Not skimming over parts when it got
Way too deep, way too dark
You see flags
I see roses
I fall in too fast
It feels like floating
And I didn’t ask
In case you didn’t notice
You say it’s psychosis
But I see roses
He loves me
He loves me not
Watch the petals drop
And then rot
As I keep trying to talk
Myself out of delusions
What am I doing
I guess the truth is
I don’t wanna lose him
Red, the color of his car
The color of the blood in my heart
As it beats way too hard
He read my sentimental scars
Not skimming over parts when it got
Way too deep, way too dark
You see flags
I see roses
I fall in too fast
It feels like floating
And I didn’t ask
In case you didn’t notice
You say it’s psychosis
But I see roses
Red, is the color of his car
Know it’s crashing so I don’t need you to start
Tinted windows keep the world out in the dark
I don’t care if it all falls apart
You see flags
I see roses
I fall in too fast
It feels like floating
And I didn’t ask
In case you didn’t notice
You say it’s psychosis
You see flags
I see roses
I fall in too fast
It feels like floating
And I didn’t ask
In case you didn’t notice
You say it’s psychosis
But I see roses
You say it’s psychosis
But I see roses
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