Carey Alexander - Get It Back Lyrics

Wrinkles all around

I am new until I am old
And I'm free until I am sold
I try, I try, I try to get back
I try with all my time

I'll make it last
I'll get back to getting back
Oh, no you can't get it back

So do the flowers arrange themselves?
I really doubt the wasting hour would think to tell that hell
I try, sometimes I try to make it last
You can try, but you can't get it back

I'll make it last

Oh, I wish that I could get back into the past
But there's no time to even try to get it back

Roses are red, violence is too
And violets are violet, but you're not here for the truth, are you?

Yeah, I don't search for no higher ground
In fact, I pity all the pretty flowers

Heaven might as well be hell
If the flowers can't even smell themselves

Get it back