Don't You Dare

I was such a fool, I can see it now

Used me like a tool, just to blow me out

Like a candle

I was in control, I thought at the time

Convinced that our trouble, was not beyond what I

Could handle

You proved me wrong, you played me good

You cut me down right where I stood

So kick me when I’m down, hit me when I’m out

Give the whole damn town something to talk about

I don’t care

Knock me to the ground, bleed me til I’m dry

Go another round, just to see me cry, I’m so there

But don’t try to come back now, Baby don’t you dare

I gave you my heart, you crushed it in the dirt

I tried to brush it off, pretend it didn’t hurt

Although it did

I wanted to believe, I trusted you too much

You took it all from me, and my whole world blew up

When it ended

You fed me lies, I gulped them down

I jumped right in, you watched me drown

So kick me when I’m down, hit me when I’m out

Give the whole damn town something to talk about

I don’t care

Knock me to the ground, bleed me til I’m dry

Go another round, just to see me cry, I’m so there

But don’t try to come back now, Baby don’t you dare

I lost you once, once is enough

You’ll never get more of my love

I’d rather fight, til I’m black and blue

Than ever give, my heart back to you

So kick me when I’m down, hit me when I’m out

Give the whole damn town something to talk about

I don’t care

Knock me to the ground, bleed me til I’m dry

Go another round, just to see me cry, I’m so there

But don’t try to come back now, Baby don’t you dare

Painting Roses

Petals blowing in the wind
Trouble's coming round again
Sweet as springtime floating on the morning breeze
Trouble's bringing her back down to her knees
Flowers need water to bloom
Trouble's raining his perfume
Trouble's speckling her like the morning dew
Painting her roses black and blue
She clings to air instead of soil
Trouble's stroking her with his oils
Painting a canvas full of butterflies and scars
Painting her roses blown apart

Soon there'll be no beauty to show
No innocence or tender glow
It won't take long before her pretty petals fall
And the pain is all, the pain is all she'll know

Flower petals strewn and torn
There's nothing left but stems and thorns
That's why she's all strung out and prickly to the touch
Trouble's been painting her roses too much
This cycle surely needs to break
There's only so much grief the gardening can take
But how's she supposed to grow her seed another way
When all she knows is painting roses
Lord, how's she supposed to grow her seed another way
When all she knows is painting roses