I'm picking up the roses on the stair.
It's just a passing phase, I suppose.
How... Can... She... Dare...
Walk out when I have something to say?
I thought we'd just float off and go somewhere.
""You're just an endless maze,"" was all she wrote.
Why... Should... I... Care...
That we were practically night and day?
Why's it such a drag this letting go of every dried-up flower?
Why's it such a drag this letting go of something sweet but sour?
I fell in love with scented underwear.
""This'll make you hard for days,"" and then she shoved me down.
How... Could... I... Dare...
Walk out when she was ready to play?
Why's it such a drag this letting go of every dried-up flower?
Why's it such a drag this letting go of something sweet but sour?
Why's it such a drag this letting go of every dried-up flower?
Why's it such a drag this letting go of something sweet but sour?