Poison Ivy from Spite Machine by Flower Crown Me A Queen

C, E, Am, F

What’s there to say when words aren’t enough?
Language needs to get off its ass and catch up
There’s nothing I can say to possibly convey the emotions I’ve got cuz it’s such a fucking lot
And I know that you know that I think that you’re perfect for me
And that smile is contagious and you make it hard to breathe
But the closest I can think to describe what I mean is that I think you were made for me
If you believe in that sort of thing

And I wanted this song to be as frantic as you make my heart
I want to feel everything oh make me fall apart
Like the best acid trip, like the burning remains
Of everything that hurts, fuckin nothing’s the same

With you, oh with you, oh everything’s new
I’m excited to live and see what we do
I can tell by your eyes that you’re loving this ride
Let’s never get off, let’s live till we die

• Folk
• acoustic punk
• experimental
• folk punk
• psychedelic
• punk
• Denver