50 red roses, falling apart
In the hands of someone that you scraped in and left behind

She's the song that you tried to sing
And the note that you couldn't hit
So you locked her up in a music box

When the cover drops
The world just fades

I need someone to spell it out
You know our love's not unconditional

You can strike a match
But it still might not light

Do all love songs turn out this way?

You're in my heart
In my hands
'round my neck

You know our love's not unconditional

I see myself reflected in broken glass

Will it ache every time I hear the storm
running behind me?