Irving Death In The Garden Blood On The Flowers Lyrics

Pretend now that you are me,
I am you
and we are we.
Back then, not now...
Somehow you've been patient
with me
without
thinking.
too much
thinking
could casue you to leave me
because of what i may or may not have wanted to do.
i began to love you. it had only been an hour...
death in the garden, blood on the flowers.
remember
when you were me.
i was you
still were we?
underneath your floor, which was my
ceiling.
uncomfortable
feeling
your scars they were still healing.
quiet as a thief you were stealing my heart. which you felt bad about and said you could not keep.
i began to miss you. it had only been an hour...
death in the garden, blood on the flowers.
so don't feel bad, bad, bad.
you sould be glad, glad, glad.
i am the worst boy that you've ever had, had, had.
i'm not the one, i'm not the one.
it's not like i'm the first person to discover that
horses could be ridden.
i'm not the one.
i am the other one.

stop

i bagan to miss you it had only been an hour...
death in the garden, blood on the flowers.