The Worst Days - Saintseneca
I remember now
It was sometime in july
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 alive
How are we alive still
Flowers in an ice
Flowers in an ice storm
How are we alive
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