I'm a junkyard full of false starts
And I don't need your permission
To bury my love under this bare light bulb
The moon is a sickle cell
It'll kill you in time
Your cold, white brother riding your blood
Like spun glass in sore eyes
While the moon does its division you're buried below
And you're coming up roses
Everywhere you go red roses follow
The things that you tell yourself
They'll kill you in time
Your cold white brother alive in your blood
Spinnin' in the night sky
While the moon does its division you're buried below
And you're coming up roses
Everywhere you go red roses
So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows
It's coming up roses
Everywhere you go red roses
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