You left roses on my bed,

Sweet nothings in my head

There were butterflies in my stomach

Unexplainable intangible thoughts in my brain,

Stars in my eyes and you led me down a sinful lane.

But the roses are dead,

Theres a pounding in my head. It cant be explained except by the traces of whiskey and perfume hanging over my bed, the scent intoxicating. Misleading and eye watering.

You left scars on my soul, ill never be whole.

Yet if you came back,

Id be begging at your feet,

For you to take me down the moonlit path.