Mayflies lyrics

by

Wussy


Take this bread and take this cup
It’s no fun being runner up
Never meant to be so mean
First time comes for everything

Like this blood on my hands
And the mark on my head
And the memory of someone I left for dead

Angels just won’t let it be
Always picking fights with me
Catch your tiger by the heel
Trade it for a solid meal

And the clothes on your back
And this voice in my head
And the memory of someone I left for dead

Mayflies cloud the summer skies
Flying fast to their demise
Spindle legged against the sun
Guess you’re not the only one

With this blood on my hands
And this voice in my head
And the memory of someone I left for dead
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