Franco - Roses / Thorns Lyrics

I'm sorry
My peddles are floating away
Don't love me
It's cool 'cause I don't either way
I don't have the time or the space
Your roses keep poking me (uh)

That's another thorn off the bush (bush)
I beat around it, oof (yeah)
You don't gotta lie just keep it a buck (keep it a buck)
All them lies start givin' them up (up)
Pretty soon I will see them myself
For real
Yeah, uh
Beauty and pain intertwine (intertwine)
Scathed by the way I stay keeping it alive
Would it be the same if it wasn't I? (I)
If it wasn't me or another
Me from another life
I could never be painted in that light
Tainted by the vile, hatred and denial, ah

I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
My peddles are floating away (away)
Don't love me
It's cool 'cause I don't either way (nah)
I don't have the time or the space (space)
Your roses keep poking me

Cut
Cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut

Uh
Everything I knew is seeping through (ouch)
Like blood from a wound
Cut by the truth
Stuffed to reduce (cut by the truth)
Crimson leaks blood pourin' through
I don't think about it
All you ever doubted wasn't true to doubt and
I could tell I brought you hell
You froze it over no remorse and well

Now we're stuck in the same place
Routinely every day

I'm sorry
My peddles are floating away
Don't love me
It's cool 'cause I don't either way
I don't have the time or the space
Don't love me
Your roses keep poking me

My peddles are floating away
Don't love me
Don't have the time or the
Your roses keep poking me

I feel it, do you feel the same?
It's only a feeling don't feel shame
I see you don't think it's a mistake
Where's the confidence? (confidence, con- con, con-con)
Your thorns (thor- thor- th- th- th- thor)
Are poking me (poking me)

I've acquired a taste for shit that don't even make sense
I need to just say less
I need to be thick in the skin when hearin' your shit again
I can tell by your broken voice (how could you do this?)
You could be over boys
I could be over sluts
You could give zero f*cks
How could you be so, uh?
How could you be the one?
I don't seek peace and help
How could I be in love?
I don't love myself

Now your thor- tho- tho- thor
Cutting me deep (deep)
Thorns (deep)

Cut, cut, cut, cu

Convincing yourself that the bloom is worth the pain
I don't know
We've both been caught in our own worlds
Both filled with magical wonder and awe