Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stela Cole
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hollyn Shadinger
Composer
Mark Evans
Composer
Autumn Buysse
Composer
Harry Dunkley
Lyrics
Kevin Hickey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Evans
Producer
Zhone
Producer
Ariel Borujow
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Roses are dead
Violets are too
No amount of flowers
Could bring me back to you
Crying in the parking lot
Begging for another shot
Baby, please forget-me-not
(Ooh-ah) oh yeah
Pull yourself together, boy
You're pathetic, I'm annoyed
Don't forget you made your choice
(Ooh-ah)
Now you're stumbling and tumbling all over your words
Dig the grave a little deeper when you blame it on her
But you knew what you were doing, you know what you deserve
So come on, babe, you know the words
Roses are dead (roses are dead)
Violets are too (violets are too)
No amount of flowers
Could bring me back to you (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Can't buy my love (can't buy my love)
There's nothing left to do (nothing left to do)
Roses are dead (hey)
You might as well be too (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Roses, roses, roses
Roses, roses, roses
I ripped all of these petals off (uh)
Do I hate you? Do I not?
Wait, I think I do a lot
(Ooh-ah) oh yeah
You could wine and dine me
You could buy me diamonds
You could try and cry me rivers
It won't be enough
Done with the digging, you can shovel your dirt
You could take your new girl for a ride in the hearse
After everything I saw, everything that I heard
Aww, the truth hurts, right?
Roses are dead (roses are dead)
Violets are too (violets are too)
No amount of flowers
Could bring me back to you (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Can't buy my love (can't buy my love)
There's nothing left to do (nothing left to do)
Roses are dead (hey)
You might as well be too (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Roses, roses, roses
Roses, roses, roses (roses)
Roses, roses, roses
Roses, roses, roses
Bummer, you're just like the other guys (other guys)
You were nothing but a thorn in my side
Fool me once, you'll sleep with open eyes (open eyes)
You say you can't live without me, so then die (woo)
Roses are dead (roses are dead)
Violets are too (violets are too)
No amount of flowers (no amount of flowers)
Could bring me back to you (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Can't buy my love (can't buy my love)
There's nothing left to do (nothing left to do)
Roses are dead (hey)
You might as well be too (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Roses are dead
Violets are too
No amount of flowers
Could bring me back to you
Roses are dead
Roses are dead
Roses are dead
Roses are dead
Written by: Autumn Buysse, Harry Dunkley, Hollyn Shadinger, Kevin Hickey, Mark Evans
