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 notheing
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