Why do roses have thorns?

Maybe it’s to ward off the evil.

Of the boy that will break her heart.

Why do roses have thorns?

I’m watching him drive.

Bending around the turns.

Watching his blue eyes.

And I don’t want to let him in.

I just want to understand.

Why do things have to be this way?

I hate this feeling I’m feeling.

I just want to know why I have thorns.

And why I grin from your truck window.

Why do I get nervous, and why do you like to look at me when you think I’m not watching?

Why do I look away when you stare?

Why can’t I look you in the eye?

Why wouldn’t I hold your hand?

Why did my life change in a week?

Is it because I have thorns?

Do you crave the pretty poisons?

How do I ask you this…?

… Do I trim my stem?