Rosesgrow - Pajaro Sunrise

Roses grow to be food for worms

Poets love that sh*t

Microphones keep spitting songs

No one seems to need

Do baby baby

Roses grow to be food for worms

Poets love that sh*t

Microphones keep spitting songs

No one seems to need

Not so cold in this cold December

As Decembers used to be

Not so cold by the dying embers

Of the boy who once was me

Roses grow to be food for worms

Poets love that sh*t

Microphones keep spitting songs

No one seems to need

Do baby baby

Roses grow to be food for worms

Poets love that sh*t

Microphones keep spitting songs

No one seems to need

Don't baby baby

Try me

Try to

Drive me your way

Try me

Try to

Drive me your way

Roses grow to be food for worms

Poets love that sh*t

Microphones keep spitting songs

No one seems to need

Roses grow to be food for worms

Poets love that sh*t

Microphones keep spitting songs

No one seems to need

Don't baby baby

Try me

Try to

Drive me your way

Don't baby baby

Try me

Try to

Drive me your way

Don't baby baby

Don't don't baby baby