Between The Roses

If you ever feel like I did when you slip between the cracks
Maybe then youâll see how nothing stays in tact
And when my life is over maybe you can understand
That I planned everything, but nothing went as planned
Itâs nothing personal, I just want you to know
I tried to understand

You tortured me with the silence in your throat
And you tortured me with the stillness in your bones
You kicked the chair from underneath my feet
You must have seen the noose made out of roses that I wore to guarantee
That you couldnât go, that you wouldnât leave me all alone
Cause if you did, youâd see my body hanging just above the floor
Beside a note, to tell the world how terrible it was
To fall in love with someone capable of cutting out my tongue,
Of cutting out my, of cutting out my tongue

So did you just forget, or do you really not remember
The bullets that we took so we could stay alive forever
And did you just forget, or do you really not remember
The poison that we drank, so that at least weâd die together

Itâs comforting to fall asleep alone
And itâs comforting because itâs all Iâve ever known
If I should die before I wake
I pray to God my soul will find a peaceful place
Between the roses, between the roses
Because the earth is only pretty for so long
Between the roses, between the roses
You were the only one Iâll trust to sing along
To sing between the roses, sing my song

So did you just forget, or do you really not remember
The bullets that we took so we could stay alive forever
And did you just forget, or do you really not remember
The poison that we drank, so that at least weâd die together

As the sun went down, our hearts were heavy
We knew it was time, but I was not ready
To let you go, to say goodbye
To a love I thought would never die
You were quiet as hell and you looked so sad
As I kissed your lips with my regrets
In hopes that maybe weâd pretend
Forever never had to end

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la la la la
That maybe we'd pretend
Our hope had died, but our loveâs not dead

So grab your black umbrella and make your way down to the graveyard
Where youâll find the tree to which I tied this rope
And nothing is for certain, thatâs the only thing I know
But Iâm certain that itâs time for me to go
Itâs nothing personal, it simply hurts to know
That I will be alone