Summer Is A Beautiful Colour

I used to smile at yellow roses. Before you were with somebody and I was with someone else. All that pushing, you weren't ready for me. So I never went looking for you in somebody; I went looking for me...

I think I left my petals with... Leaving strangers burying their souls because of your art. Falling helplessly for my ghost. I couldn't save them. Even roses know the thorns they're drawn to.

And I know my name is in your ear a lot, ringing every time before I do. Last night, you couldn't go through with it again. I heard she said you might be in love with someone new. Funny, she thought you fell, because I knew you better with somebody; you knew me well with someone else.