65 Roses - Martin Luke Brown

I still spell your name in the city lights

I still hear your joy in my dreams

It’s only when I wake from the place I escape

That I start to sew back the seams

And it terrifies me you have to leave

Before I even told you what you mean

But I still taste the highs from my brighter days

I still feel the rush through my bones

It’s only when I rise in the morning light

That the feeling has to go

And though I’m not broken, I will never be the same

Since you were taken higher up

And although I’m healing, I will always hold a piece of you behind my eyes

65 roses on my mind

I still reenact how we used to be

I still laugh to hide, like a child

It’s only when I’m still in the dead of the dark

That I forget to smile

And though I’m not broken, I will never be the same

Since you were taken higher up

And although I’m healing, I will always hold a piece of you behind my eyes

65 roses on my mind, oh no