"Mayday" lyrics

"Mayday"

I'll hold on to the creepy body
I know that I don't come as frequently
(I don't come as frequently)

You are the ghost
You're the one I notice most in photographs
But I'll remember you sickly
So tired and skinny

But I'll remember it well
Oh well

If you could see me, would you believe it?
Would you be so proud?
If you did know me, how would you show me
Standing in a crowd?

We drove by a dry grave
On the most beautiful 1st day of May
Calling out "Mayday! Mayday!"

My Giving Tree
A permanent memory
And I'll show it off
But at what cost?

And I'll remember it well
Oh well

If you could see me, would you believe it?
Would you be so proud?
If you did know me, how would you show me
Standing in a crowd?

And if you could see me
And if you could see me

I can't hear you now
With your head stuck in the clouds
I can't see you now
Just another face stuck in the crowd

And if you did know, how would you show me, standing in a crowd?
If you could see me
If you could see me


EP: "Yeah Whatever" (2016)
Pity Party (Girls Club) - Yeah Whatever EP cover
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