Roses

It's getting harder to breathe There's bugs everywhere It's getting harder to see There's lust in the air This isn't love It's a quick fix in a bathroom This isn't love What am I supposed to do When you look at me like that I know just what you want And I feel my back snap I've got no spine to tell you That what we do is wrong We're too far gone You smell like the pesticide they use on roses And I can't decide if I like the choking But one thing I know through all the moaning Is I hate the way you make my skin burn You drag your fingers across my bare skin I start to feel the pity settle in Your hands start to wander and it doesn't make sense I don't understand why I'm still in this bed Cause this isn't love It's cheap infatuation This can't be love What am I supposed to do When you look at me like that I know just what you want And I feel my back snap I've got no spine to tell you That what we do is wrong We're too far gone You smell like the pesticide they use on roses And I can't decide if I like the choking But one thing I know through all the moaning Is I hate the way you make my skin burn You don't wanna establish a connection I don't wanna be your bedroom friend It'd be a joke to say we do this for affection Just give it up, no need to pretend You don't want to establish a connection And I don't want to be your bedroom friend It'd be a joke to say we do this for affection Just give it up, no need to pretend I don't want to pretend anymore You smell like the pesticide they use on roses And I'm sure that I really don't like the choking But one thing I know through all the moaning Is please get your hands off of me You taste like the pesticide they use on roses You taste like the pesticide they use on roses And I should have known I'd get poisoned You taste like the pesticide they use on roses