The Yellow Roses

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The yellow roses, the gold wedding band
The marching bouncing tuba, tequila on the sand
Sunlight on my skin, paid off all my debts
The upturned bucket makes a castle tower
I smoke a final cigarette

I remember you, your tone was somewhat preachy
I am far away now, everything is peachy

Weep for my absence if you wish to
Weep for my sake if you insist
I already cried my tears for you
And now I have learnt to resist

The yellow roses, sleeping like a happy child
It has been weeks now since I can remember anything going wrong
All creation smiles upon me, from the fruit fly to the king of spain
I have been down and out before
Well, never again

I remember you, you lived to teach me
I am far away now, your lessons cannot reach me