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

Rose, you must know

I felt more than I said

Now I've got all the words

And no one

Now the hole has been dug

And I'm down on my knees

Rain make us mud

Spring with bloomer's one