Bob Mould - Thirty Dozen Roses lyrics
[Bob Mould - Thirty Dozen Roses lyrics]
My brain blows up in an elegant way
My muse, short fuse, time bomb
What's left to lose?
Olive branches piled up at your door
You don't let me come inside
Your place no more
I lose track of myself as I fall
To the bottom of a wishing well
My bones, they break so clean
Leave a perfect space between
You adorned with ornamental jewels
And me, a thorn
I'm such a lousy prick to you
Chocolate doesn't faze you any more
You found a sweeter filling
This is rotten to the core
The swollen hollow of my wobbly heart
Thirty dozen roses, that might be a start
I'm feeling hopeless thirty dozen roses
Olive branches piled up at your door
You don't let me come inside no more
The swollen hollow of my wobbly heart
Thirty dozen roses, that might be a start
I'm feeling hopeless thirty dozen roses
I'm feeling hopeless thirty dozen roses
I'm feeling hopeless thirty dozen roses