Roses

And I can't smell the roses Because every florist in town's shut down. And I can't see the woods for the trees Because there ain't any near my house. Well I watched a documentary on intrusive thoughts And now keep thinking: If I jump will I be caught by the self-fulfilling prophecy? I am self-indulgent, obviously. E + MCs = carefree elation, The E = empty and scared hibernation. We're building something real here writing under pressure And it's working. On paper. And I can't smell the roses Because every florist in town's shut down. And I can't see the woods for the trees Because there ain't any near my house. And I'd rather be buried in a pet cemetery. Chances are I'd be surrounded by much better company. And I can't see the woods for the trees Because there ain't any near my house. And I can't smell the roses Because every florist in town's shut down. And I can't see the woods for the trees Because there ain't any near my house.