Can you smell the roses? They've only grown at your feet for so long Your negligence is an act of privilege from time itself You stand alone It never mattered what choices that you made I was always there, a soft place for you to land It might be hard to swallow It may be harder to look at me A figure from your shadow Everything that you could be It might be hard to shovel All of the lies you told yourself Off of your own casket Your grave the size of a mountain It might be hard to hold Yourself accountable at least As well as my memory serves You're not who you used to be When the days get long they become nights Your love is never as strong than when you're out of time If we're arm in arm then we're eye to eye Two lives apart, two of a kind