[Verse 1] You kissed me under chandeliers that hummed, The night so ripe it almost came undone. Your hands left bruises soft as lace, I wore the petals like a second face. [Chorus] There’s an aftertaste of roses on my tongue, Sweet and bitter where the love went wrong. Every thorn remembers what we chose, Every breath is laced with aftertaste of roses. [Verse 2] Perfume spills on the cracked parquet, Your ghost still dances where the vinyl swayed. I trace the wallpaper with shaking hands, Hearing your laughter buried in the band. [Chorus] There’s an aftertaste of roses on my tongue, Sweet and bitter where the love went wrong. Every thorn remembers what we chose, Every breath is laced with aftertaste of roses. [Bridge] Lipstick stains on the crystal glass, Promises wilted too fast. The night folded in like a closing bloom, And left me stranded in your perfume. [Outro] Roses linger long after the feast, A love that bloomed, then turned to yeast.
