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