Saintseneca - The Worst Days lyrics

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