those red roses with metallic daggers

(Intro – Guitarra acústica lo-fi, sonido de estática de cinta y ruido de fondo de habitación)
(Verso 1)
I kept the glass you broke last June
Left it sitting on the kitchen tile, beneath the moon
You always left the door ajar just enough to tease
A little bit of winter, a little bit of breeze
You talk in circles made of smoke and glass
Expecting every bitter thunderstorm to pass
They seek out my presence when they see no other options
And complain when I refuse to give them my adoption.
(Coro)
And oh, those red roses with metallic daggers
You hold them by the stem while your conscience staggers
Bleeding on the velvet, calling it art
Putting price tags on a heavy heart
You play the poet when the lights go dim
Dices ser hombre, but you're fading at the rim.
(Verso 2)
I found the letter that I never sent
Full of words I borrowed, full of money spent
On cheap wine and expensive regret
The kind of midnight you can't quite forget
You smile like a thief who forgot what he stole
Standing in the doorway, pretending you’re whole
You want the sanctuary, you want the throne
But you freeze to death when you're left alone.
(Coro)
And oh, those red roses with metallic daggers
You hold them by the stem while your conscience staggers
Bleeding on the velvet, calling it art
Putting price tags on a heavy heart
You play the poet when the lights go dim
Dices ser hombre, but you're fading at the rim.
(Puente – Cambio de ritmo brusco, voz más rasgada, producción ruidosa)
(Talking/Half-singing)
¿Dices ser hombre?
When you hide behind the curtain every time it rains?
When you leave the sharpest edges to handle all my pains?
You're a shadow in a suit, a ghost in a frame
And I’m tired of playing your quiet little game.
(Coro)
Oh, those red roses with metallic daggers
You hold them by the stem while your conscience staggers
Bleeding on the velvet, calling it art
Putting price tags on a heavy heart
You play the poet when the lights go dim
Dices ser hombre... yeah, you play it so thin.
(Outro – La guitarra desafinada se apaga lentamente, se escucha un suspiro y el chasquido de un micrófono al apagarse)
(Murmullos en español)
No puedo creer que grabé esto...
(Silencio)