Rookie Of The Year – The Blue Roses

Close the door and leave me inside,

Ill miss the fireworks burning in those eyes,

Remember the songs that we used to sing,

Come August, I’ll still be singing.

Dont be the one, don’t be the one;

to fall out of line.

Watch the blue roses fall from your hands,

Remember summer when we all had second chances.

Someday you’ll see,

Come summer, I’ll still be singing.

Don’t be the one, don’t be the one,

to fall out of line.

Don’t be the one, don’t be the one,

to say good-bye.

I gotta get out of here.

It’s been so long since I’ve ever had an option.

(so cold)

I gotta get out of here.

It’s been so long since I’ve ever had an option.

Someday these scribbled lines will be straight,

Conversations will never bare your name.

Someday you’ll see,

Come summer, I’ll bet you’ll still be singing.

Don’t be the one, don’t be the one,

to fall out of line.

Don’t be the one, don’t be the one,

to say good-bye.

I gotta get out of here.

It’s been so long since I’ve ever had an option

I gotta get out of here.

I gotta get out of here.

It’s what you wanted.

I gotta get out of here.

(so cold)

I gotta get out of here.

Oooh.