Roses (in December)

Summertime, likewise on the other side,
Reaching for forgiveness,
Everything erased
By your scent,
The scent of roses.

Keeping me awake at night,
Through these eyes
And your life, likewise,
Free-falling due to your scent of roses.

In the corner of the room,
All by yourself,
Writing what's on your mind,
Now I'm writing about your sweet smell.

Roses,
The scent of roses
In December,
Even in the summertime.

Roses,
The scent of roses
In December,
Even in the summertime.

The noises on-and-off in the head,
The empty bottles found by the bed,
Phones been ringing non-stop,
Laying on the floor are the roses that I've bought.

Mornings like a hangover,
Afternoons spent catching up to you,
Saying hello would be a start today,
Saying goodbye is what's on my mind.

Petals scattered on the floor,
In December,
Even in the summertime.