writer(s) finneas o'connell
help i lost myself again
but i remember you
don't come back it won't end well
but i wish you'd tell me too
our love is six feet under
i can't help but wonder
if our grave was watered by the rain
would roses bloom
could roses bloom again
retrace my lips erase your touch
it's all too much for me
blow away like smoke in air
how can you die carelessly
our love is six feet under
i can't help but wonder
if our grave was watered by the rain
would roses bloom
could roses bloom again
