Days Move Slow

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Sometimes when I zone out at night I forget you're out of sight Like living before you were gone So I read up on the afterlife I don't believe in Jesus Christ Just somewhere we can all belong And days move slow I'm living in the same black hole But there's flowers on your grave that grow Somethings gotta change, I know Ooh, ooh And I'm stuck somewhere in between Your death and my lucid dream I'm no help lately I know But I'm tired of trying to prove my worth To be accepted on this earth Baby, I'm ready to go And days move slow I'm living in the same black hole But there's flowers on your grave that grow Somethings gotta change, I know Ooh, ooh And days move slow I'm living in the same black hole But there's flowers on your grave that grow Somethings gotta change, I know Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh