I've Got All The Words...

Rose, can I come down for a drink? It's happened again I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly I'll begin at the end Rose, you must know I couldn't find the words That it takes to say "stay" Now she's gone away Rose, can I come down to your garden? I can only wilt flowers Bring me your shovel There's a heart to be buried And a body as well Your letters are tied with a strand of your hair In a breast pocket safe, they keep talking Now I wake up alone With my eyes to the floor And I see you at my night Well and weeping once more Rose, can I come down to your rose bed? To lay in your thorns Know I meant it, so must be buried I will not be mourned