I swear I can still feel her haunting me Disappointed with who I turned out to be Up in my conscience It's making me nauseous Did I bury the best parts of me in that coffin? So now I'm taking the guilty plea Crime of passion, it's just how it had to be Please, is this how you grieve? I sleep in that hearse to remind me of me Your black roses Decomposing Funeral Got front row seats to my funeral I know it seems like it was tragic Close the casket You can't change what's in the past, yeah