there are already roses

so

i guess by now

you're already cool. nothing like earlier today

when i thought that all the things

that you had said. you just got carried away. how do you return from a weekend like this?

this is a fucked up holiday. i'm feeling confused. i'm feeling

not mislead. but like i'm just a fool. and if you say it now

there are already roses on our grave. i've never counted on the road quite like this. it's the only solid thing today. cause i'm just holding on

hardly awake

so mixed up in everything. and if you say it now

there are already roses on our grave.