Don’t hurt him too bad if he asks you
To take his rose
Don’t hurt him too bad 'cause he’s so in love
But I’m sure that you already know

'Cause his eyes would tell you
Anything that he writes in the dark
And you don’t have to let him down gently
He’ll break his own heart

But she let him down
And laid his head on the ground
She took his rose in her hands
And left without a sound

The same voice that was crying out: Murder
You never heard behind the press of her lips
Did you hear as she whispered: It’s over
Or were you eclipsed?

Don’t hurt him too bad’s what I asked you
I didn’t think you’d take his rose
But it’s you that it hurt, and I feel like I jerk
It was I who held the thorns, I suppose
It was I who held the thorns, I suppose