Texty:
Rosematter The Fiscal Year

Give me the medicine and Ill break the steady tides to grow old And brew some conversation. Messengers, we carry thoughts on paper Across the sea and

You gave up or maybe you never had any hope to begin with. Just another lonely boy looking for some company, Selfishly destroying the girl who wanted

My feet hit the pavement. I listen with every inch of my body. But maybe its the clock that laughs at me. Time is a virtue, and I'm a virtuoso. So,

I have a station, and its a crime, its a crime, to kill all of them in these confines. You regret, you regret (making these radios.) Breaking up and

my throat, convince me to change. I can burn, I can taste the innocent, with Clementine frosting And summers baked with indigo. (Come closer, my darling.) Twenty years

Frustration overwhelms me. I want to rip my heart right from my chest. And with it pounding in my hands scream, I dont need this anymore. Is the view

[Verse 1] Come with me Stay the night Just say the words but boy it don't feel right What do ya expect me to say (You know it's just too little too late