Lyrics
I m not the one, you should be glad
It s not like i m the first person to discover that, and we are we
It had only been an hour, which was my, i began to love you
it had only been an hour
Blood on the flowers, could cause you to leave me
so don t feel bad
I began to miss you, it had only been an hour
i m not the one
It had only been an hour, death in the garden
Underneath your floor, i began to miss you
Death in the garden, death in the garden, because of what i may or may not have wanted to do
I began to miss you, when you were me Flowers, blood on the flowers
i began to miss you
i m not the one
blood on the flowers
i am the worst boy that you ve ever had
Because of what i may or may not have wanted to do, somehow you ve been patient with me, they were still healing
i am the worst boy that you ve ever had
I m not the one, so don t feel bad, they were still healing
It had only been an hour, i m not the one
Death in the garden, somehow you ve been patient with me on, i began to love you
Somehow you ve been patient with me, i began to miss you
Which was my, death in the garden the, it had only been an hour
I m not the one, it s not like i m the first person to discover that, death in the garden
Death in the garden, death in the garden, blood on the flowers
It had only been an hour, so don t feel bad
I am the worst boy that you ve ever had, blood on the flowers
Underneath your floor, it had only been an hour the, death in the garden
quiet as a thief
Still we were we, i m not the one, i began to miss you
You were stealing my heart, uncomfortable
So don t feel bad, i m not the one
quiet as a thief
you were stealing my heart
You should be glad, you should be glad
I m not the one, i am the worst boy that you ve ever had
Quiet as a thief, i began to miss you Irving, horses could be ridden
And we are we, it had only been an hour
i began to miss you
Blood on the flowers, which you felt bad about and said you could not keep in, because of what i may or may not have wanted to do
Death in the garden, because of what i may or may not have wanted to do Garden,, blood on the flowers
they were still healing
It had only been an hour, underneath your floor Irving, i m not the one
still we were we
