text: Dead roses on Valentines
  Rumours lying on grape vines
  Your love washes over me like cheap red wine
  But you feel on your lows and they leave me dry
  I live on a broken Earth
  Scream and, boy, you shout me first
  Your blood washes over me like cheap red wine
  Your words are like bullets, leave me to die
  When you don’t love me
  When you dont need me
  When you dont want me
  Darlin’, its time
  When you dont love me
  When you dont need me
  When you dont want me
  Darlin, its time
  Wont stay when I’m not welcomed
  Swarms in and I have been stung
  Your love washes over me like gin and lime
  Your words are so cold, leave me with frostbite
  Do I need truth or healing? 
  Down your neck, I’m breathing 
  I need to feel needed 
  This doesnt justify, yeah
  When you don’t love me 
  When you dont need me 
  When you don’t want me 
  Darlin its time 
  When you dont love me 
  When you dont need me 
  When you dont want me
  Darlin its time