Roses

Intro 



Verse 

C#m          E                    A 
  Waited all night for you to come home 
C#m         E               A 
  I always hated sleeping alone 
C#m                           E        
  Watching the roses wither away 
A 
  Wishing my memories would die out the same 
C#m             E                      A 
  I waited all night, yeah, you never came 


              A                   E 
  I miss the long nights under street lights 
            C#m                 A  
  When our hearts were made of gold 
              A               E 
  I miss the feeling that we had then 
          C#m           A   
  We were never growing old 
                  A 
  Yeah, I miss it all 
       E       C#m       A 
  Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh 
                  A 
  Yeah, I miss it all 
       E       C#m       A 
  Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh 


Verse 

C#m            E                    A    
  Everyone's trying to help me move on 
C#m                 E                    A 
  They say it gets better in the long run 
C#m                                      E 
  You could say that I've a couple good days 
               A 
  But nobody's eyes shine quite the same way 
C#m             E                         A   
  I waited all night, yeah, you never came 


              A                   E 
  I miss the long nights under street lights 
            C#m                 A  
  When our hearts were made of gold 
              A               E 
  I miss the feeling that we had then 
          C#m           A   
  We were never growing old 
                  A 
  Yeah, I miss it all 
       E       C#m       A 
  Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh 
                  A 
  Yeah, I miss it all 
       E       C#m       A 
  Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh 


Verse 

C#m           E                        A 
  Waited all night for you to come home 
C#m         E                 A 
  I always hated sleeping alone 
                  C#m                      E 
  I hope that the lipstick I left on your face 
                      A 
  Stays red like the roses I laid on your grave 


              A                   E 
  I miss the long nights under street lights 
            C#m                 A  
  When our hearts were made of gold 
              A               E 
  I miss the feeling that we had then 
          C#m           A   
  We were never growing old 
                  A 
  Yeah, I miss it all 
       E       C#m       A 
  Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh 
                  A 
  Yeah, I miss it all 
       E       C#m       A 
  Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh