The Rose Avail - Parabelle

It’s not like you pulled your punches

It’s not like you throw your bloody knuckles in the air

It’s not like you have a pretty soul

You took the knife from my back

And you pulled my strings through the hole

There’s still a chance that I can feel so brave

Your heart gave out when the sorrow

Dragged you closer to the grave

She sat with her face in her hands

Hoping that the sun blocked the bad

You’re waiting too long

You shake like you shake when you know

That what you say is gonna change a world

There’s still a chance

That I could feel so afraid

Your lungs breathe out loaded mercy

It falls slow and quickly fades

All these roses turn to grey

Call me your saint, call me your thief

Call me anything as long as you mean it

And all these roses will be red

You can’t tell me when I’m sad

You can’t tell me how to live

I can say that it’s over

When these ties are broken

(When these ties are broken off)

Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go from speaking out

To something or someone I wouldn’t recognize without the sound

I won’t let go, let go, it’s more of a courtesy

You’ve changed for the worst, now you’re trapped in doubt

Like there’s nothing here to care about

There’s still a chance that I can feel so ashamed

My arms grow cold from the comfort that you never ever gave

All these roses turn to grey

Call me your saint, call me your thief

Call me anything as long as you mean it

And all these roses will be red

You can’t tell me when I’m sad

You can’t tell me how to live

I can say that it’s over when these ties are broken off

When these ties are broken off