My heart is an old tin can,
dented, and full of worms.
I got kicked down the street,
when all I wanted to do
was fill her up
with Campbell's.

My smile is a broken piano,
no beautiful song to sing.
My teeth creak from silence.
She left me in the parlor
when she took up
guitar.

My feet are tired of searching,
my ears are sore from promises.
I'm running out of body parts
to rust,
and break,
and die.

But there's roses in my eyes,
just the sight of you makes my heart bloom.
You bring springtime to my soul,
I don't have to suffer anymore.
You've got the green thumb.
Love makes me feel like a garden.

I've got roses in my eyes.
Hey baby, let's plant roots and grow.
This garden can withstand wind, rain, snow.
Who needs arms and legs and all that ****?
All I ever need is roses,
and you.