Mary lay your roses down this time
I know they are not really mine
you picked them from your garden for another guy
don't try and captivate me with your eyes

you hold me
you scold me
when I don't play by your rules
it's frayed
yet I'm swayed
to believe our love is cool
but there is really nothing
to be hanging around here for
so Mary lay your roses on the floor

Mary, it's a burden to be led around
by the hand at all times to be safe and sound
I'll cross them on my own
these streets where I am from
I thought you were my lover not my mom

You're all in
I'm folding
I don't think my hand matches yours
tomorrow
I'll be gone
it's taken so long to be sure
to realize that you and I
will never be quite right
so Mary lay your roses in the light