i am smellin´ like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed

i am smellin´ like the rose
that somebody gave me
´cause i´m dead & bloated

yeah, and she says
it´s natural
i feel i´ve come of age
when she peeks i start to run

you can´t swallow what
i´m thinking

i run through the world
thinkin´ ´bout tomorrow

i am trampled under sole of
another man´s shoes
guess i walked too softly