Standing at the bus stop, heading on over the bridge,
Well I was listening to the sounds of sirens coming over the hill.
Running down the sidewalks, looking at the cracks in the streets,
Staring at expressions on the faces I'll never meet.
Standing on the docks and watching the waves as the city sleeps,
I'm wondering how something so beautiful could cut so f****** deep.
And it's like roses and razor blades.
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away.
Herein lies my confession.
Well it's the root of all of my aggression.
Well I'm a bitter m*********** 'cause I'm four steps back,
I'll hit the bottle and I'll never look back.
No, I ain't gonna give up; no, I ain't done yet.
My only motivations are others' expectations;
What kind of Punk would I be if I took s*** for being me?
And it's like roses and razor blades.
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away.
And it's these moments that make us realize,
Maybe life ain't so f****** bad, better be grateful for what you have.
It's gonna be tough (whoa), we've got lost lives and broken hearts.
We're outcasts looking for angels, we find more comfort in strangers.
And every time I look into my own eyes, another little piece of me dies.
We'll never know what's keeping us, what's keeping us alive.
And it's like roses and razor blades.
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away.
And it's these moments that make us realize,
Maybe life ain't so f****** bad, better be grateful for what you...
And it's like roses and razor blades.
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away.
And it's these moments that make me realize,
Maybe life ain't so f****** bad, better be grateful for what you have.
(Roses and razor blades.)
(Moments make me realize.)
(Roses and razor blades.)
Well I was listening to the sounds of sirens coming over the hill.
Running down the sidewalks, looking at the cracks in the streets,
Staring at expressions on the faces I'll never meet.
Standing on the docks and watching the waves as the city sleeps,
I'm wondering how something so beautiful could cut so f****** deep.
And it's like roses and razor blades.
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away.
Herein lies my confession.
Well it's the root of all of my aggression.
Well I'm a bitter m*********** 'cause I'm four steps back,
I'll hit the bottle and I'll never look back.
No, I ain't gonna give up; no, I ain't done yet.
My only motivations are others' expectations;
What kind of Punk would I be if I took s*** for being me?
And it's like roses and razor blades.
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away.
And it's these moments that make us realize,
Maybe life ain't so f****** bad, better be grateful for what you have.
It's gonna be tough (whoa), we've got lost lives and broken hearts.
We're outcasts looking for angels, we find more comfort in strangers.
And every time I look into my own eyes, another little piece of me dies.
We'll never know what's keeping us, what's keeping us alive.
And it's like roses and razor blades.
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away.
And it's these moments that make us realize,
Maybe life ain't so f****** bad, better be grateful for what you...
And it's like roses and razor blades.
There are scars in this world that are never gonna fade away.
And it's these moments that make me realize,
Maybe life ain't so f****** bad, better be grateful for what you have.
(Roses and razor blades.)
(Moments make me realize.)
(Roses and razor blades.)