Roses in a Teapot

Nostalgia is a dangerous drug
Goes in hate and comes out love
They call it sweet, but i taste it tart on my tongue
I will die with half of a soul
Enlightened by the silence of the 4 am snow
And soon enough, we won’t call omaha home

Roses in a teapot
Islands and some dots on a map
Fire breathing beauties
Careless on their figure eight paths
They tell me “if you love her let her go
And maybe she’ll come back
If you love her let her go
And maybe she’ll come back"

Never again will i see
The lavender couch where we built our dreams
And wrote books
Only each other could read
My memory is starting to fade
It just took me half a minute to remember your mother’s name
Studio apartment
Is this what you call safe?

Roses in a teapot
Islands and some dots on a map
Fire breathing beauties
Careless on their figure eight paths
They tell me “if you love her let her go
And maybe she’ll come back
If you love her let her go
And maybe she’ll come back"

They don’t know you
They don’t know you
They don’t know you
They don’t know you like i do

Roses in a teapot
Islands and some dots on a map
Fire breathing beauties
Careless on their figure eight paths

Roses in a teapot
Islands and some dots on a map
Fire breathing beauties
Careless on their figure eight paths
They tell me if i love you
Then i have to let you go
But i don’t believe them
You’re never coming home