A garden full of roses
But I ran for your thorns
Plucking petals is not as inspiring as bleeding from cuts
I find beauty in the flaws
And I detest that gorgeous face
I don't want butterflies on my skin
That one time I kissed you was a sin
I wanted to bleed the poison out of me
You cut me up just to fill me in
At first, the poison tasted sweet
I lost my taste in your cotton bedsheet
To make sure, I did it again in the backseat
I made sure that my misery was complete.

My roses have been complementing your thorns
All along I was being sedated by daydreams
In fields that stretched far and wide
Despite our history somehow we still get stuck
In memories of how we managed
To experience pleasure in the sores and scars
With every kiss, we were both deceived
We ignored the pain and called it love
But now I see the truth, it was never enough
Your beauty was a distraction from...