bon jovi bed of roses

Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture The moment this morning I don t know Cause a bottle of vodka Is still lodged in my head And some blonde gave me nightmares I think that she s still in my bed As I dream about movies They won t make of me when I m dead With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning While some marching band keeps Its own beat in my head While we re talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love and the truth and What you