Roses

Would you give up your seat on a plane For one with less legroom It's like asking a spoiled kid To spit out his silver spoon And I don't condone the use of drugs but Class A's rack up debts Would you run or would you hide When the fuckers start to send you threats Roses are red And violets are blue Sugar is sweet Perhaps so are you But the roses are wilted The violets are dead The sugar bowl is empty And your lips are red I see the twinkle in your eyes When you rein in the applause Would you let all that go The fame and the awards You're a red carpet harlot About to spiral like a Kamikaze But you do it with a smile on your face To please the paparazzi Roses are red And violets are blue Sugar is sweet Perhaps so are you But the roses are wilted The violets are dead The sugar bowl is empty And your lips are red Addiction turns to fiction It's quite the contradiction Faced with your eviction You don't need any friction What's your prediction About all the constrictions Fame is your crime And this is your conviction Roses are red And violets are blue Sugar is sweet Perhaps so are you But the roses are wilted The violets are dead The sugar bowl is empty And your lips are red Roses are red And violets are blue Sugar is sweet Perhaps so are you But the roses are wilted The violets are dead The sugar bowl is empty And your lips are red