Sweet as a rose with all the thorns
Safe as a world with too much noise
Streets shine bright but secret alleys call
Cause' not quite everything is what it seems at all
Trendy sweaters are not like weather heads
Cause' with this weather aching marks are left
And it will all mean nothing if you're dead
Innocent smile, no idea why we're shaking
Cause' why would it hurt if it was all for the grand old feeling
You know the one where you're cool
Where your friend starts to lose composure
Cause' you did something bad
That you don't understand
And will haunt you
Trendy sweaters are not like weather heads
Cause' with this weather aching marks are left
And it will all mean nothing if you're dead
Please, for me, take care of the little ones
Beware of the screens, of monsters to hide from
Please, for me, take care of the little ones
Beware of the screens, of monsters to hide from
Trendy sweaters are not like weather heads
Cause' with this weather aching marks are left
And it will all mean nothing if you're dead