You won't even know I'm gone
Roses, roses cold
A hundred bodies fill this room
Apples, parachute the boys back down
Roses, roses sold out
A better view of your heart
I don't even know you
Was it something I did wrong?
Was it something I did wrong?
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear
You won't even know I'm gone
I don't even know you
Roses, roses sold out
He didn't unbutton your blouse to see
Roses, roses cold
Fill it up, overflow, a new, improved modern way to feel
Roses, roses sold out
I don't even know you
You won't even know I'm gone
You won't even know I'm gone
Fever's hand in hand with shoelace, bracelets
Pain is foreign, foreign to us
Was it something I did wrong?
I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar
And all their faces overdone
I don't even know you
Oh yeah, you can't blame him for trying
Was it something I did wrong?
Roses, roses cold
Turn around, reds and whites again
Sing it soft, make it slow
Why are some girls so naive?
