Cold Roses Songtext / Lyric

The mirrors in her room go black and blue
On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes
We don't choose who we love
We don't choose
The lights over the Midway melt on the street
In her Saturday shoes with her Saturday feet
She don't love who he choose
And she don't need what she use
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises
And cold roses
Nothing but the sunlight will help you grow
From underneath your bed you can't see the window
We don't choose what we see
We don't choose
Fortunate and angry just like a child
All that money buys you medicine but can't buy you
time
We don't choose what we love
And she don't need what she got
Daylight comes and exposes
Saturday's bruises
And cold roses