I followed my rose
And watched her sordid little rose
Sneaking around in the dark
It’s easy to hide in the dark
Camera, flashes, pictures
Caught her in the act of making love
A man in her arms
My rose is sharing her heart
Times when we were happy in the summer
Picnic baskets
Laughing, growing flowers
Together
Life has never been easier than this for me
Sending a blossom to the breeze
Then the seasons came, all things must change
We would never be the same
I ran from my rose for she loved another
Found myself in the arms of a lover
Who fed me whiskey and wine and cheap cigarettes
A woman to destroy my mind
But she’s not the lady I want her to be
It’s the drink and the drugs, the reason I’m happy
Stung by the thorns of my rose
For she loved me once and will love me like nobody knows
Things will get much better in the summer
Picnic baskets
Laughing, growing flowers
Together
Life has never been easier than this for me
Sending a blossom to the breeze
Then the seasons came, all things must change
We will never be the same
I plucked my rose from the ground
If I can not have her then no one will have her at all
If I can not her her then no one is leaving at all
But me and her