Roses More Than Water - The Julie Ruin

Maybe I will say, I want to be with you

Maybe I will cry, alone as if on cue

Maybe I will try and then just walk away

Maybe I will spy the sky on a special Sunday

Maybe I want roses more than water and to be a

Loving father’s daughter

Maybe I want something much more like a

Brownie sundae party behind closed doors or

A typewriter palace with a shark filled moat

Maybe I’ll be hoaxed by my own demise

«I hear she saw a cliff and kept on driving»

Maybe I’m more hell-bent on living than I am on just surviving

Pauses, places, causes, houses

Tigers, plants and bow tied blouses

Billie Jean’s outragous choices

Silver linings without voices

It’s true.

I’m due

Maybe I want roses more than water and to be a

Loving father’s daughter

Maybe I want something much more like a

Brownie sundae party behind closed doors or

A typewriter palace with a shark filled moat

Maybe I’ll be hoaxed by my own demise

«I hear she saw a cliff and kept on driving»

Maybe I’m more hell-bent on living than I am on just surviving

Maybe I will blow what I’m told is my biggest chance

Maybe I’ll film my feet with my phone every time I dance

Typewritten excuses, broken ice and

A room wall papered with my vices

It’s true.

I’m due