[Post-Chorus]
Roses, roses
Roses, roses
Roses, roses
Roses, roses
[Verse 2]
Got me living in the past, overthinking all your words
Maybe they were all lies
Quit me like a cigarette, played me like a clarinet
See the river I'm crying
My heart is sore from pulling out these thorns
These mended scars they re-open every time
[Pre-Chorus]