Brought you a bouquet of roses
Wishing that I knew your motive
Flowers are all that I'm holding
But that's not the route that you've chosen
Dead
I'm pulling white petals out
Anxiously awaiting
Contemplating
I'm debating even trying reading this for you
I never thought it would end like this, planned a future for two
And now it's solemn, I don't know if I can see it through
I mean, why after all the pain I suffered too
Staying up till two
To be fair I was too into you
And my heart was too
Couldn't think that what occurred was true
But that's just what you do
Hurt me then leave me accountable
It's the pain, from passing our old familiar places
And the blockage of any real communication
To be truthful your presence had made me too complacent
I was content with your love, and maybe that's the basis
And maybe it was baseless
Regression to the mean
Stuck in homeostasis right after nineteen
And I'm not angry at you anymore
I've let it be
I'm only here to throw a rose at your coffin and leave
Brought you a bouquet of roses
Maybe we're better off
Dead
Wishing that I knew your motive
I picture you lifeless, instead
Flowers are all that I'm holding
I wish that you were still here
But that's not the route that you've chosen
I guess you'd rather be
All pews are packed
Room full of black
Holy chapel ending it, getting ready to bless the life we had
Kisses to the dead
And on the peaceful memory of your sleeping face, angelically in our old twin bed
I let it burn
Because you're gone now
The woman that I loved must've been gone out
Cause I don't recognize that cold face
Lifeless eyes so haunting
Choose to focus on the happiness, not the empty pain I've been holding
Rose in my hand
As I walk up to your altar
Midnight on my body, thoughts burgeon, and start to wander
To a march down this aisle, with you smiling dressed in white
Unfortunately for me, you're no longer in this life
In this eulogy of confessions, you ruined a deep connection
For fear of what would come next, and well now I must leave you dead
Your memories fill my head
Your gifts in the other palm
I line them along your corpse and drop my rose
So long
Brought you a bouquet of roses
Maybe we're better off
Dead
Wishing that I knew your motive
I picture you lifeless, instead
Flowers are all that I'm holding
I wish that you were still here
But that's not the route that you've chosen
I guess you'd rather be
Dead
I guess you'd rather be dead
I guess you'd rather be dead
I guess you'd rather be dead
I guess you'd rather be dead
So I brought roses to your funeral
So I brought roses to your funeral
So I brought roses to your funeral