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I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
Yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I run through the world
thinkin' `bout tomorrow
I am trampled under sole of
antoher man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly
Oh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
Yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I run through the world
thinkin' `bout tomorrow
I am trampled under sole of
antoher man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly
Oh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
Lyrics submitted by dsfire
Track duration: 05:10
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It's the same feeling you get the first time you show your naked body to a lover for the first time.
It's the same feeling you get when people walk all over you.
And the main message is that it's hard to discuss how you feel and how to people and a true friend giving you comfort is really the only thing that can stop this wave of thinking.
When people you care about really give you love and comfort, it's usually in either really great times (birthday) or really bad times (deathbed) where you're unafraid of people who couldn't understand you and might be uncomfortable hearing your inner thoughts.
i am smelling like a rose - smoking weed and opiates together smells like roses
and she says its natural - your panicking asking people if your supposed to feel this way and theyre telling you its natural
you cant swallow what im thinking - your freaking out and thinking to yourself no one understands the way you feel
aborted childs do not have funerals... and its scotts way of saying rest in peace to a soul that was never given life... so he leaves a rose in memory