Some days, my brain blows up in an elegant way

My muse, short fuse, time bomb, what's left to lose?

Olive branches piled up at your door

You don't let me come inside your place no more

I lose track of myself as I fall to the bottom of a wishing well

My bones, they break so clean, leave a perfect space between

You adorned with ornamental jewels

And me, a thorn, I'm such a lousy prick to you

Chocolate doesn't faze you any more

You found a sweeter filling, this is rotten to the core

The swollen hollow of my wobbly heart

Thirty dozen roses, that might be a start

I'm feeling hopeless

Thirty dozen roses

Olive branches piled up at your door

You don't let me come inside no more

The swollen hollow of my wobbly heart

Thirty dozen roses, that might be a start

I'm feeling hopeless

Thirty dozen roses

I'm feeling hopeless

Thirty dozen roses

I'm feeling hopeless

Thirty dozen roses