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?