Roses by Mae Estes Lyrics
Got a counter full of long stems
That never seem to die
My favorite's the pale pink
But I'll settle for white
Lucky me, I'm drowning in Valentines
At least once a week
You've got a dozen in hand
Doing what you think makes you a good man
And I'll flash that fake smile once again
There's one for sneaking in too late at night
One for when sorry wouldn't make it right
A ribbon tied around your mistakes in a pretty vase
And we both know it, but we'll just call 'em roses
Roses
There'll be yеllow when you're coming
From the bar 'cross town
That lipstick rеd, we don't talk about
I'm waiting on a bouquet that comes without
One for every white lie that's left your lips
There's one for every broken promise I forgive
A ribbon tied around your mistakes in a pretty vase
And we both know it, but we'll just call 'em roses
Roses
I don't know why
You and I
Can't start over when the flowers die
All I need
Is for you to see
They don't mean nothin' to me
When there's one for that ring burning on your hand
And one for every wilting second chance
A ribbon tied around your mistakes in a pretty vase
And we don't show it, so we just call 'em roses
Roses
Yeah, we'll just call 'em roses
That never seem to die
My favorite's the pale pink
But I'll settle for white
Lucky me, I'm drowning in Valentines
At least once a week
You've got a dozen in hand
Doing what you think makes you a good man
And I'll flash that fake smile once again
There's one for sneaking in too late at night
One for when sorry wouldn't make it right
A ribbon tied around your mistakes in a pretty vase
And we both know it, but we'll just call 'em roses
Roses
There'll be yеllow when you're coming
From the bar 'cross town
That lipstick rеd, we don't talk about
I'm waiting on a bouquet that comes without
One for every white lie that's left your lips
There's one for every broken promise I forgive
A ribbon tied around your mistakes in a pretty vase
And we both know it, but we'll just call 'em roses
Roses
I don't know why
You and I
Can't start over when the flowers die
All I need
Is for you to see
They don't mean nothin' to me
When there's one for that ring burning on your hand
And one for every wilting second chance
A ribbon tied around your mistakes in a pretty vase
And we don't show it, so we just call 'em roses
Roses
Yeah, we'll just call 'em roses