Testo di It's Sunday, April 19th And I Miss You

When you were a child on the farm You saw him pin her by the weight of his arms So she left in the night when you were in bed And took your trust when she left You're already hurt I'm scared that if you put your trust in me, I'll make it worse I'll hurt you I picked a flower from the stem And watched it die in my hands And I screamed, oh my god I did it again, I'm destroying innocence So I can't stay And my heart's too weak to think about the way you use to say I miss you I miss you