The High Violets - Fa lyrics

Drowning I am, With our innocence. You and I level the cool gra**, Watch the sky make a pa**. Spring reminds me of, He and I no longer. Turned from a rare orchid to a scentless thing, Ugly end of spring. Were you telling white lies? Spring fling. Were you telling white lies? Spring fling. Now he knows that she knows. Spring fling.