Bracket Full of Roses

Here's one I'm dredging up from the archives to share. I think I might have put this up once before on the MySpace blog, I can't remember. The story here is simple: I was in a fight earlier the day I wrote this, and just wanted a way to vent. I scribbled this out while my room mate was getting his hair cut (we both had things to do that night, so we carpooled), sitting outside the barber, chain smoking, and writing. I think I wrote three or four that night... Anyway, my handwriting was so sloppy that I misread one of the lines, and when I typed it in I thought it really did say "Bracket Full of Roses". I don't know what I meant to say, but I like that phrase, so I kept it...

Bracket Full Of Roses

I'm still burning from the fire
Of the words you used to hurt me
Said that you would not desert me
Then you walked away

Screaming brackets full of roses
You're such a vicious little child
Go on, hurt me for a while
If it helps you cope

You turned and walked right out
When you saw the me I held back
Now, can I please have my love back?
Couldn't deal with all my quirks

My memories are all that I have left
But I will give them up too
I'd do anything for you
So please don't just leave me here alone