Roses in the Car

a dozen roses in the car
And I don't know where you are
Maybe I don't know what I'm doing
You're moving like a movie
You still move me
Among the other ones
And twos and threes and twenty-threes
Got to keep my conscience clean
But that "hurricane what's-her-name"
Mentality was not for me
And never could be
Cause it surely brings bitter things
And misery

And was it clear?

Cause I just wrote a letter
A confession down the ladder
That things could be so much better
And through follow the leader
I met her and then another end
And usually a grudge
But I loved so much
The way we touched and psuedo-kissed
Oh I already miss you singing like this
Over the phone
Every now and every then I tend to pretend

And I say
Heaven hits me hard
Have you ever had a heaven here
Heaven hits me hardly
Have you ever had a heaven here

I'm not so alone