The Moral Of Rosa, Parolee

Way to come on,
but I've got to sing this song
Say you'll never call home,
well I wonder where you are
And wherever you go, I've got room in the car

This ghost won't play with your head
He'll just sit and be good
He won't talk to the trash
He won't sing through the glass
Take my hand off the petals and glass
They shut down the corner clothing shop downtown -
embroidered roses to meet her match who wore no tie, and his collar stunk of gin through the layers of trash on a broken chandelier

Oh, it all seems so meaningless when you're looking with your head
There, there, child
But i think you can handle it,
always being so hard -
harder to just leave it alone
It'll come back around like a pace yourself down the road somewhere
Maybe november (us back together)
we will remember
that we were best friends

It'll tear you in half
It'll cause you to crash
and turn into nothing
No road, there's no end
You can stay true to light
as you sweat down
dangling from the fixture like a worm
Don't play with the petals