Thorns We are the quiet musical of betrayal stuck on repeat Your words are the unspoken brittle twist of backlash But I’d rather be twisted around those crossed thoughts of yours Than be stuck as a rose like you I am just the thorn stabbing your side
You’re just a rose stuck on a pedestal
I am just the thorn that enthrals the poisoned words you throw
We are just a sense of direction stuck in a bitter pattern of heartbreak