We’re painting the roses red
I’m covering up another mistake so you wont want me dead.
Only had the courage to tell you
The queen who has no heart
That I cant stand our roses being the same colour
Even when mine blossom dark
I don’t care if it looks great
Because it was a mistake to plant them in a bed in your view
And if you want a garden fresh as mine then
Use your brain and use that spine and
Be a Mary quite contrary and let your garden grow
All I can do is paint my roses red
So you can’t see a difference.
We’re painting the roses red
I’m trying to patch the fence
But the thorns are in my side and growing.
We’re painting the roses red
I’m covering up another mistake so you wont want me dead.
Tell the cards to paint the whole scene red
The hearts who has no heart
Can’t stand her roses being red
I can’t stand the same colour
I can’t stand me being a role model
I really just want out
Paint your roses the same as someone else!
If I wasn’t here would you like the red
or would yours resemble your soul instead?
Would you have black roses?
If I did would you paint yours red again?
Said to the queen of hearts who has no heart
Who has no red to paint her roses with
We’re painting the roses red
I’m trying to patch the fence
But the thorns are in my side and growing.
We’re painting the roses red
I’m covering up another mistake so you wont want me dead.
I can’t tell anyone what a mess we’re in
When I do, they don’t care
Or they just dig in
All I need is some advice
A little guidance would be nice
To gouge out your eyes and rip out your soul would
Only give me more red paint
Would only make the world fade.
Because I’m painting the roses red
yours were black and now they’re red
but reality is history
and roses are all red
