The Worst Days Lyrics & Chords By 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 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.