Oh there’s roses on the hilltop and the skies are looking blue,
but I been going downhill and I don’t know what to do.
When I woke up yesterday morning I was feeling alright.
But something must’ve changed ‘tween then and tonight.
Now I can’t help breathing in your scent from my bed.
It permeates my room like you permeate my head.
But now you’re back on the road, driving; I’m seven hours west.
I don’t know what you were looking for, but I guess I gave you less.
I’m always bested by the truths that I confess.
I guess that honesty’s reserved for when you’re dressed.
Oh and now I’ve made a mess of things that I can’t fix with diamond rings.
A million pounds of shiny things won’t work; I feel like such a jerk it hurts.
And I don’t know if I can forgive myself for who I am.
I’ll never dream to understand this curse; I guess that loving me’s the worst.