| Guess I fell asleep in my car again | 
| It's 6am and I’m gripping on a cigarette | 
| I forget, let's blame it on that glass of red | 
| Now fill me in, were you into him or just upset? | 
| I tell myself to walk away | 
| And battle with my self-restraint | 
| You shift your head and meet my gaze | 
| And make my blood course through my veins | 
| My head's a mess, when you’re in it | 
| Is this fair? | 
| I feel that we're close to the end | 
| With one foot hanging from the edge | 
| We roll over and play pretend | 
| 'Cause roses don't know when they're dead | 
| (Know when they're dead) | 
| Roses don't know when they're dead | 
| (Know when they’re dead) | 
| Roses don’t know when they're dead | 
| Then you looked me in the eye | 
| Said I’ll never be the guy | 
| Who can hold a 9 to 5 and I'll never make the time | 
| As usual, we fight | 
| Now we're taking off your tights | 
| Guess we'll blame it on that glass of red | 
| I tell myself to walk away | 
| And battle with my self-restraint | 
| You shift your head and meet my gaze | 
| And make my blood course through my veins | 
| Is this fair? | 
| I feel that we’re close to the end | 
| With one foot hanging from the edge | 
| We roll over and play pretend | 
| 'Cause roses don't know when they're dead | 
| (Know when they're dead) | 
| Roses don't know when they're dead | 
| (Know when they're dead) | 
| Roses don't know when they're dead | 
| Is this fair? | 
| I feel that we're close to the end | 
| With one foot hanging from the edge | 
| We roll over and play pretend | 
| 'Cause roses don't know when they're dead | 
| (Know when they're dead) | 
| Roses don't know when they're dead | 
| (Know when they're dead) | 
| Roses don't know when they're dead |