Dirty Rose

Things have changed since you moved up north

Since autumn came these rusty shadows never fill me up with warmth

And I can’t hold on to all these pictures that you painted for me

You wrote the book on how to dream

I think it took a hole in my heart to know exactly what that means

And I can hope but it could never seem to build this home up for me



Days are getting colder

But so am I

This weight held on your shoulders

Just stay up high



I hung your brushstrokes on my wall



I probably didn’t say enough, if I even spoke at all

About the way, I could hear your voice inside the colors on the page

And I could write about you all the time

I probably sound like broken records playing through your head at night

And if I do, just pull the needle off so I won’t get this through to you



Days are getting colder

But so am I

This weight held on your shoulders

Just stay up high