Red Roses for a Blue Lady

[Intro] Okay—hold that thought. [Verse 1] You keep receipts in a coffee tin, Names crossed out where the doubt begins. I read your face like a bad excuse, Every clean answer comes back loose. You say, “Relax,” but your hand still shakes, Counting the exits, measuring mistakes. I tap twice on the kitchen glass— You look away, let the moment pass. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t make it pretty, don’t make it plain, I want the bruise with the sugarcane. One step left, then the floor bends— Say it again like we’re still friends. [Chorus] Red roses for a blue lady, Thorns in the pocket, hands gone shaky. You pull me close, then you change the station, Sweet little wound with a bad translation. Red roses for a blue lady, Half of a promise, none of it safety. I hear your laugh through the busted ceiling— Tell me you’re fine while the whole room’s leaning. [Verse 2] Your silver ring left a mark on the sink, I watched the water turn pink, then blink. No grand speech, no cinematic rain, Just two cold plates and a borrowed name. I talk too fast when the truth gets near, You make one joke and disappear. “Yeah, I’m good”—that’s your favorite line, Mine is “whatever,” delivered on time. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t make it pretty, don’t make it plain, I want the bruise with the sugarcane. One step left, then the floor bends— Say it again like we’re still friends. [Chorus] Red roses for a blue lady, Thorns in the pocket, hands gone shaky. You pull me close, then you change the station, Sweet little wound with a bad translation. Red roses for a blue lady, Half of a promise, none of it safety. I hear your laugh through the busted ceiling— Tell me you’re fine while the whole room’s leaning. [Drop] Wait. No drums—just the room breathing. Cut the light. I can hear the shape of you leaving. Say my name in pieces, Say it backward, say it low. If I wake up different, Would you even know? [Bridge] I kept the flowers in the freezer, Kept your postcard by the meter. Every kindness had a fee, Every door led back to me. You want clean lines? I draw crooked. You want proof? You should’ve looked. There’s a blue stain on the red, There’s a red thought in my head. [Final Chorus] Red roses for a blue lady, Thorns in the pocket, hands gone shaky. You pull me close, then you change the station, Sweet little wound with a bad translation. Red roses for a blue lady, Half of a promise, none of it safety. I hear your laugh through the busted ceiling— Tell me you’re fine while the whole room’s leaning. [Outro] Okay—hold that thought. Leave the flowers where they fell. I know the color of the silence. I know it well.