So, I guess by now, You're already cool
Nothing like earlier today,
when I thought that all the things
that you had said
You just got carried away
How do you return from a weekend like this?
This is a fucked up holiday
I'm feeling confused
I'm feeling, not mislead
But like i'm just a fool

And if you say it now,
there are already roses on our grave

I've never counted on the road quite like this
It's the only solid thing today
Cause i'm just holding on,
hardly awake, so mixed up in everything

And if you say it now,
there are already roses on our grave