Red roses don't lay, at your grave, by my side
They wilt in the sunlight, upside down, and tied tight
Now the days pa** the nights long, with me here, and you gone
In bottles run so deep, your memory, I cannot keep
Remembering is so hard, and my heart, grown so scarred
It beats just to get by, till it stops, and I die
See it was the way that our lips meet
In this town, on that street