I'm a junkyard, full of false starts, and I don't need your permission.
To bu---ry my love, under this bare, light bu---lb.
Your cold white brother riding your blood, like spun glass in sore ey---es.
Chorus: While the moon does its division, you're buried below.
And you're coming up ro---ses everywhe---re you go, red ro--ses follow.
Your cold white brother alive in your blood, spinning in the
sky--.
Chorus: While the moon does its division, you're buried below.
And you're coming up ro---ses everywhe---re you go, red roses
Chorus II: So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows.
It's coming up ro---ses everywhe---re you go, red roses.
Outro: End on Chorus chords
C: x32010
G: 320033
Gm: 355333