One rose let go of its color, you took it, I know you did
Not enough space for us both.
I preferred a pink shade.
Jealousy, it’s the absence of my orange
Blame the drought, no I blame you.
Why not question the water? My petals wouldn’t dream of it!
We were supposed to be one of the same.
Difference, blame natural selection
I wouldn’t dream of doing that
Why’d you get all the color?
Relax, I held it just to hear you complain… you done?
I can’t dance this close to you.
That’s exactly why this distance is preferred
Is this ever gonna change?
—2 roses … in harmony… with one another…