Roses on the Can Lyrics

You're saving up for an imaginary life

One you couldn't or wouldn't make up with me

I see your grievances run deep into the night

And just like you they swallow men up

And just like you they have a hard time with the truth

Here I hope my heart it holds up

That'd be a lot of blood to let fall on the floor

To tell the truth, I doubt it's far off

Whatever's coming is coming right home through the door

And what remains here remains here only for the gore

You need a better sense of who you are not

Let it start with not one with luck left to spare

I'll see you once again when the magic is right

Otherwise I can't pay attention

With all the eyes and all the horrors of the world

I know it's loud, try not to worry

It's just the sound the world makes when it's spinning wrong

As you know, you're not a martyr

So let the others die alone out in the road

And you will know God's in the water

So you still need some time to learn how to float

I can't see through a mountain

But in your next life maybe you could be a boat

Drifting lengthwise in circles all around a moat