Take all the ghosts and all those skeletons you hide
Bury them deep beneath the ground, let them rest
‘Cause you weren’t meant to bear that burden
Look at the roses in your garden
You can breathe now, and forget
Forget it gets hard for you to stay
‘Cause we don’t really have to throw it all away
I’m thinkin’
That we could make forev
er, after all
Finding the gold in our darkest moments
Watching the roads turnin’ into white roses.”

– All Time Low, Cinderblock Garden

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