Roses Get Boring.

She'll count the days
We'll spend the dollars
Does more than wait
For you to call her

Hates to ask, but knows That
You have always had her back
Still, fooled by her acts
Scene's not white or black

Find it hard to relax
Comfortable after impact
Looking out for the next crash
Taking care of the whiplash

This side of town, on the wrong track
Far removed from a fallback
80's child through the crack
Through the, through the, through the crack

Flowering from a rough patch
Colorful after mishaps
Left while it's intact
Overdue since he lapsed

She'll count the days
We'll spend the dollars
Does more than wait
For you to call her
She'll count the days
We'll spend the dollars
Does more than wait
For you to call her

When youth ends
Tie up Loose ends
Falling Book ends
Earthquakes do end

She packed light
Took the first flight
Candle lit hikes
Wandering all night

Violet
Spends her time with
Indigo childish
Kids are quiet

Off your knees
Ignore begging
Dim lit stories
Until morning

She'll count the days
We'll spends the dollars
Does more than wait
For you to call her
She'll count the days
We'll spends the dollars
Does more than wait
For you to call her