Furious Rose Lyrics

"It's not really poetry but it's pretty", he said,
as he raises his voice
she lowers her head.
It make my heart heavier lonely I think.
Oh rose, your're sad I suppose.
Look in her bed
and she is bound to be sleeping.
She is lying there dead,
but she's breathing.
Furious rose with your opiate eyes.
And your languorous hum
that tone of surprise.
I've heard energy and adversity
your smile, the soul of witchery.
You're not running away
you're not running 
are you?
Lyrically longing.
 She is tearing the words
 from the page.
She is fearfully seething
bring me you blessings,
a pray or a new pen.
You don't know what I need.
Yeah, look in my bed
and I'm bound to be sleeping.
I'm lying there dead,
but I'm breathing.
And I'm barely balancing as it is
and I don't want to drown in my dreams.
Bring me wild plums, wild plums and agrimony
I bet you don't even no what that means.
Furious rose with your opiate eye.
And your languorous hum
That tone of surprise.
I've heard the energy and adversity
your smile, the soul of witchery.
You're not running away.
You're not running. 
You're not running away.
You're not running.
You're not running away.
You're not running.
Are you?
Gingerly peering over his shoulder
removed herself from the room.
She is terribly freezing.
She always knows
when to go.