Rosegarden

Always bad at letting go Type of shit I didn't ever want to have to let you know You know I love you and I never won't You said your heart won't come back to me and I bet it don't Not me thinking it was set in stone Perfect way to know that I was never grown It's good that we're alone and we still get along I'd like to think that that was love and we didn't get it wrong And what would it be if I couldn't let you roam? Trust me, I don't want to see you with a splintered soul This shit is never good or bad, it's just a bit of both Guess that now we know Should have seen it coming down like dominos But also we planted a seed and out it grows Who wants a rose-garden anyway without a rose?