Day Late, Dollar Short

Petal off a rose Where the garden grows Lot of weeds flowing How I juxtapose You didn't get that did you? The grass is greener over here yeah I suppose Rose tinted lenses Leather seats in benzes How to fix a broken heart I heard it cleanses Too many thoughts about them picket fences And too many nights removed from them trenches And I get complacent As soon as I'm comfortable you giving statements You saying this ain't what you want you need replacements And when I come around there's prior engagements The price to open up I hug the ground and pavements Price to open I dip in all my savings A house is not a home without the love and patience And love is not a home if you missing the payments Coming up Day late Dollar short Of course Coming up Stories for the brave Giving out they heart it ain't long for the grave Knowing good and well and still the boy ain't afraid Hearing about the guys who the girls on parade And still I wouldn't trade I dig deep for the brighter days Fall asleep in a daze and cry on holidays Valentine's is the worst of times Go with it a hundred times and think it's just a phase Ok then show me those My experience lopsided with the highs and lows I'll let you guess where the bulk of it goes A lot of self-doubt where the confidence grows And look I see it shows Now in short order Feelings understated no one in my corner Fighting all these feelings that I harbor for her I drown crossing over and now I'm getting colder Coming up Day late Dollar short Of course Coming up