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Plastic Rose

It's a horrible thing to watch somebody die
To do nothing but find the courage to cry
grab onto the leg that is no more stable than your mind
one day I hope to learn how to value my time

I was left with a plastic rose and a fake gold cross
that nobody claims to own in a cardboard box

I spent my lunch money on flowers for the vase
cold, dark metal in mud never had such a beautiful face
under the big Oak tree like the one in your backyard
I wonder how it must look from up there but for me seeing is just too hard

She could make a song out of anything
and only cried when it actually hurt
but instead progression fucked up everything
We wanted to make this melody work