Elliott Smith - Coming Up Roses lyrics

I'm a junkyard full of false starts And I don't need your permission To bury my love Under this bare light bulb The moon is a sickle cell It'll k** you in time Your cold white brother all right in your blood Like spun gla** in sore eyes While the moon does its division, you're buried below And you're coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses follow The things that you tell yourself They'll k** you in time Your cold white brother alive in your blood Spinning in the night sky While the moon does its division, you're buried below And you're coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows It's coming up roses everywhere you go Red roses