rosebushes

Lovely human, does he love you like you do him?

Pretty lady, why are you so secretly shady?

And they'll never know what grows behind those damn rosebushes

Once you get past the thorns, all you'll see is unsolved wishes

I love thunderstorms and hurricanes

I love his hands up on my waist when it rains

I hate disassociating all the time

I just want consciousness to always be mine

They'll say I was raised by the devil

I think we've all got demons that we can't even begin to wrestle