These Times Lyrics

Last night i wrote you a love song, so that you'd write me one too.
I will keep it for weeks and weeks, for fear that it might be true.

I just don't want all your bread or your roses.
I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories.
I just don't want all your bread or your roses.
I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories.

For, for these times
In my life, blown away
For, for these times
In my life, blown away

I miss sentences repeating
Pretenses of falling for bed
Lovers can say what they want to
Lovers can leave if they dare

I just don't want all your bread or your roses.
I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories.
I just don't want all your bread or your roses.
I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories.

For, for these times
In my life, blown away
For, for these times
In my life, blown away

Do they exist all the words in your mouth
That say give not take, give not take
Do they exist all the words in your mouth
That say your love makes, your love makes me whole

I just don't want all your bread or your roses.
I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories.
I just don't want all your bread or your roses.
I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories.

For, for these times
In my life, blown away
For, for these times
In my life, blown away