If you were me,
What is it you'd do
A question that gets thrown around
Less often than it used to
Funny, don't you think
People try to pick
What it is that haunts them
And what they will forget
You died
On the sixth of July
The day after the day
I always called the worst day of all time
The cleanup of shrapnel on the fifth
Brings with it a sense of "Ignorance is bliss"
On the part of the pyros who have not yet lived through this
Or who have and who are better at fighting it
Trauma Cat - Sixth of July Lyrics
Trauma Cat - Sixth of July Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
If you were me,
What is it you'd do
A question that gets thrown around
Less often than it used to
Funny, don't you think
People try to pick
What it is that haunts them
And what they will forget
You died
On the sixth of July
The day after the day
I always called the worst day of all time
The cleanup of shrapnel on the fifth
Brings with it a sense of "Ignorance is bliss"
On the part of the pyros who have not yet lived through this
Or who have and who are better at fighting it
What is it you'd do
A question that gets thrown around
Less often than it used to
Funny, don't you think
People try to pick
What it is that haunts them
And what they will forget
You died
On the sixth of July
The day after the day
I always called the worst day of all time
The cleanup of shrapnel on the fifth
Brings with it a sense of "Ignorance is bliss"
On the part of the pyros who have not yet lived through this
Or who have and who are better at fighting it
Writer: Daniel Poorman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid