Saintseneca
The worst days
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 storm
When I'm gone for way too long
And I don't mind the
Thought of dying without you
If I could play eight notes for you
They'd be