Red roses don't lay, at your grave, by my side
They wilt in the sunlight, upside down, and tied tight
Now the days pass 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