Mangoes used to grow outside of where I'd sleep Memories stuck between my teeth So sweet It pains me to say that the good ole days Have been long gone And you don't know know know me No more Staring straight ahead Not sure What you see And I grieve And I grieve Eight months of rain you can't escape You can't move on I haven't seen the sun in So long I lay awake at night with my eyes Open wide I hold a seance for my past life Cuz I died one hundred times Staring straight ahead Not sure What you see And I grieve Who I used to be And I grieve How it used to be Windows open Wind is blowing no ones Saving you this time No mangoes growing And I'm hoping I can Be brought BACK TO LIFE Windows open Wind is blowing no ones Saving you this time No mangoes growing And I'm hoping I can Be brought Back to life