Dylan Rodrigue - 9:49AM Lyrics

We were fighting on Friday
Something evil make a fool out of everyone
So we're talking on Sunday
Gotta know, gotta sweet this sour
And we got something on Monday
The world ends every time we dilate
And the devils go wild with the black horses
Every time they come, it only makes me love you more
I love you more
I love you more
I love you more
I love you more
It's another dead Saturday
Thinking bout all that I hold precious
Everything we lose, when God puts the phone in the bathtub
And all the times when I was just an asshole
I will not recover if I cannot make it right
Rather be comatose in Virginia Mason Hospital
At 9:49 in the morning
Makes it tough, makes it real, makes me love you more
Makes me love you more
We've been looking for good veins
We've been looking for good veins
Everything, anything to keep the water level from rising
I got a good one, nothing's shocking
I got a good one, I put my foot in my mouth and I eat
And I eat it and it tastes like gasoline, but I eat it
And I eat like a rat like that, that could eat it
I hate this thing, I hate it and I love you more
And I love you more
You're the best, you're the best and I love you more
You're the best, you're the best and I love you more
You're the best, you're the best and I love you more
You're the best, you're the best and I love you more
And I love you