Witchjumper - Mustard Gas and Roses

I'm on high alert looking for the hurt
That separated me from her
I'm afraid to ask maybe when I'm trashed
If she still thinks of me

We sure took a fall
I hope you had a ball
Now I'm on the ground trying to crawl through
Mustard gas and roses

I won't make a sound keep an ear to the ground
Listening for something to believe
Longing to belong some they say I'm wrong
Trying to find a little relief

We sure took a fall
I hope you had a ball
Now I'm on the ground trying to
Gather up whats left
With these shaking hands
I am on the ground trying to crawl through
Mustard gas and roses

Written by:
Ross Lytle

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