Withering roses
Meine liebe
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Withering roses I bought you
To die in your backseat
The key to my empire
Now crumbling at your feet
I lower my head before you
Cant look into your eyes
As they are far too piercing
In the summer night skies
And I'll watch us falling
A thousand miles to ground
Tearing me to shreds
And we land without a sound
Always I think back
To what I held in hand
The heavens we traveled around in
And how hard it was to land
To die in your backseat
The key to my empire
Now crumbling at your feet
I lower my head before you
Cant look into your eyes
As they are far too piercing
In the summer night skies
And I'll watch us falling
A thousand miles to ground
Tearing me to shreds
And we land without a sound
Always I think back
To what I held in hand
The heavens we traveled around in
And how hard it was to land
I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.
Mitch Hedberg
Mitch Hedberg
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"And I'll watch us falling
A thousand miles to ground
Tearing me to shreds
And we land without a sound"
.....................
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key