Avery Broadaway - Blooming onion

You’re on that hill
Underneath the blooming dogwood
Comparing things to yourself
Never thought we would end like that

And I don’t know why I ever liked you
Cause you are the devil himself
You pulled me in with those glaring eyes
And held me captive there until I died

But you’re still on that hill
Underneath the dogwood blooming
Comparing things to yourself

But I guess we’ll never know why
When you sat there and watched me cry
You were lifeless, not a though on your mind
The only thing you could manage to say
Was how much you hate me

But you’re still on that hill
Waiting for anyone that’s not me
(I said that) you’re still on that hill
You’re still on that hill