I’ve always wondered what it’s like
to have a perfect little life
like the ones i seen on the silver screen
you know i love to make believe, so
I’ve always wondered what it’s like
it must be nice
Oh no, it’s gone, baby
we coulda had it all
the cars, the clothes, the house that’s filled with yellow roses, dogs and kids
good god, i’m gone
but i’ll be outside the window
the one i'm staring into
in the middle of the night
Life is a prison, and i'm sitting in its bars
double my vision
I see what’s missin'
a life that coulda been ours
she livin' in my dreams
and the rent dirt cheap
but i can’t pay the bills if i'm
livin in my sleep, so
i guess ill party twice as hard
yeah, but it must be nice
Oh no, it’s gone, baby
we coulda had it all
the cars, the clothes, the house that’s filled with yellow roses, dogs and kids
good god, i’m gone
but i’ll be outside the window
the one i'm staring into
in the middle of the night
Oh, it must be nice
Oh no, it’s gone, baby
we coulda had it all
the cars, the clothes, the house that’s filled with yellow roses
good god, i’m gone
but i’ll be outside the window
the one i'm staring into
in the middle of the night
ooo, oh, it must be nice
it must be nice
Tuesday, August 11, 2026
Highly Suspect - Yellow Roses
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