Breaking the windows, to my soul

The playground in my heart

Is out of my control

All the children in my blood

Are laughing and they're singing

And they're jumping in the mud.

Is there a demon under my bed?

I saw it in a movie once

And now it's in my head

Don't try to trick me to fall into love

I step on all the cracks

Cause I'm a superstitious punk.

Rolling in the roses

Pocket full of explosives

Watch out it's gonna blow.

Shot into the sky

No choice but to fly.

I'm ready to burn it to the ground

The walls are made of paper

And I'm hearing every sound

Don't you get it?

It's all a joke

All the mirrors are broken

And we're breathing in the smoke.

Rolling in the roses

Pocket full of explosives

Watch out it's gonna blow.

Shot into the sky

No choice but to fly.

Shot into the sky

No choice but to fly

Straight into the sun

Won't stop till you come.

Rolling in the roses

Rolling.

Shot into the sky

No choice but to fly

Straight into the sun

Won't stop till you come.