1914 by Florist Lyrics

Grab me by my shoulder blades and hang me out to dry
I’m a mess and I need someone to help me out with that

Eyes just like a skyline even when they’re wet
And the window is foggy and the window has a tint

A bed of flowers, stacks of wood, and a note
A farewell letter from 100 years ago
Please remember to feed the cat
Please remember that I’m never coming back

I was born in 1994
I was born in the 70s
I was born in 1823
And you were born right next to me