The Worst Days - Saintseneca

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