Saintseneca The Worst Days
I remember now
It was sometime in July-y
She blew me away
Like spit from an eye
She was the bluest glass I'd ever find
I was the blackest hold she'd ever find
And I went down around
Down on my electric knees
Yeah, I went down around
Wishing that we'd never meet
How are we ali-ive?
How are we alive still?
Flowers in an ice, flowers in an ice storm
How are we ali-ive?
How are we alive still?
Flowers in an ice, flowers in an ice storm
When
I'm gone
For way too long
And I
Don't mind the
Thought of dying
Without you
Without you
If I could play eight notes for you
If I could play eight notes for you
If I could play eight notes for you
They'd be
