AH AH
WHEN THE FLOWERS THAT WE'D GROWN TOGETHER DIED OF THIRST
IT WAS MONTHS AND MONTHS OF BACK AND FORTH
AH AH
YOU'RE STILL ALL OVER ME LIKE A WINE STAINED DRESS I CAN'T WEAR ANYMORE
AH AH
WHEN THE FLOWERS THAT WE'D GROWN TOGETHER DIED OF THIRST
IT WAS MONTHS AND MONTHS OF BACK AND FORTH
AH AH
YOU'RE STILL ALL OVER ME LIKE A WINE STAINED DRESS I CAN'T WEAR ANYMORE
5 no inferno
5 no inferno