Austin Collins Roses Are Black
Laughs in the mirror, cries now and then
Ten miles from home in the rain
She’d like to call him but he’s always gone
He’s fallen for something and not someone
Dreams are like driving Hope is surreal
Each time they kiss she knows just how he feels
Not even close to what she wanted
Reciprocation’s forgone She’s left with sounds on the road
Roses are black
Loving is dying for someone who doesn’t deserve
Finders are keepers
But losing will bring her to you
Bring her to you
Addicted to comfort with a heart that’s been hewn
While the noise from the TV fights its way through her room
It’s what quitting is to cancer you’ve got answers in spades
But you go with what’s easy ‘cause it makes you feel safe
CHORUS
Some seats are still open but your glass is half full my dear
Leaving is easy once you’ve decided to listen to what we both hear
CHORUS
