I'm a junkyard full of false starts
 And I don't need your permission
 To bury my love
 Under this bare light bulb
 The moon is a sickle cell
 It'll kill you in time
 Your cold white brother all right in your blood
 Like spun glass in sore eyes
 While the moon does its division, you're buried below
 And [bad word] up roses everywhere you go
 Red roses follow
 The things that you tell yourself
 They'll kill you in time
 Your cold white brother alive in your blood
 Spinning in the night sky
 While the moon does its division, you're buried below
 And [bad word] up roses everywhere you go
 Red roses
 So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows
 [bad word] up roses everywhere you go
 Red roses