Stephen Fretwell — Dead

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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, oh
whatever that means

And you won’t ever see
past yourself or past me
and the lines each one’s drawn thirty-four,
fifty-one
but please don’t get me wrong, oh
whatever that means