Cold Roses (Ft Lauderdale 6-15-23)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The mirrors in the room go black and blue On a Sunday morning in her Saturday shoes We don't choose who we love We don't choose The lights over the Midway melt on the street In a Sunday shoes, with her Saturday feet She don't love who she choose She don't need what she use [Chorus] Daylight comes and exposes Saturday's bruises and cold roses Cold roses [Verse 2] Nothing but the sunlight'll help you grow From underneath your bed you can't see the window We don't choose what we see We don't choose Fortunate and angry just like a child All that money buys you medicine but can't buy you time We don't choose what we love And she don't need what she got [Chorus] Daylight comes and exposes Saturday's bruises and cold roses Cold roses Cold roses [Outro] Cold roses Cold roses Cold roses