Turned out that you are me I am you and we are we Back then and not now Somehow you've been patient With me Without taking Too much thinking Cause 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, and I was you And we were we Underneath your floor Which was my ceiling Uncomfortable feeling Scars 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 that You should be glad that I am the worst boy That you've ever had I'm not the one I'm not the one It's not like I'm the first person To discover our voices could be living I'm not the one I am the other one Stop I began to miss you It had only been an hour Death in the garden Blood on the flowers