Dead (Stephen Fretwell)

Sunblushed roses are next to the bed I've drunk too much coffee and its gone to my head walk me down the side street and hold my hand it looks like I'm leading but we both know I can't for a week and a night I'll be out of my mind but please don't get me wrong Oh thirteen red roses that will soon be dead shall I box them up for you darling perhaps make a hat for your head walk me down Ground Street with a glass in your hand talking about behaviour what I don't understand what you want from my hands anymore like before but please don't get me wrong ohhh whatever that means and you won't ever see past yourself or past me and the lines each ones drawn thirty-four, fifty-one but please don't get me wrong ohhh whatever that means