Stoplight roses

You’ve dusted off your shame face
In the mirror behind the bathroom door.
That little-boy-lost look
That used to work so well
Doesn’t anymore.
If you believe your same-old used-to-be
Will see you through
You’ll last about as long as stoplight roses do.

Has this man ever written a bad song? Nick Lowe:

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