All My Dead Friends
All our days left on earth
All our dead friends
Will hold us like a handful
Of baby birds
Oh it's that weight that I'll carry
Us I'm thinking of
So sweet, at first blood
All of the ants come
We'll eat dirty
White hearts on the path to
The dascha
And if we're wasps dreaming winter
Under the sun
Don't go bury all of your love
All our dead friends
Will hold us like a handful
Of baby birds
Oh it's that weight that I'll carry
Us I'm thinking of
So sweet, at first blood
All of the ants come
We'll eat dirty
White hearts on the path to
The dascha
And if we're wasps dreaming winter
Under the sun
Don't go bury all of your love
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Potrykus
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