The rose

Well I know I was the rose but
Now I feel like I'm the thorn
And I can’t get enough distance just to
See that I am worn

And if it’s evidence enough
Or if it’s all been overblown
I'm gonna need some distance
On my own
I’m gonna need some distance
Time alone

It’s a shame, it’s a shame
My foundation isn’t solid
Always cracking underneath me

It’s so hard, so unnatural to be
Two people at once
Does it ever run smoothly?

Does it ever end truly?