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