Coming Up Roses

Tell me your fears.
I've turned back
The clocks.
It's that time of year
If we stay the curse, we could
Get it right.
But
I'm not
Devoid of an appetite
And everything seems to be coming up roses but
I'm scared if we're both right
Does that mean we're not
Just for tonight?
Let's go hang of a chasing and
I'll talk your ear off about why
It's safe.
As
I fumble my words and fall
Flat on my face through the truth
Just say the word and we'll take up the test where we flirt with the bad ones
And skip all the rest.
But we