Peach
Open road, cloudless sky, a metaphor, come to life
And I spent all this time just to find I'll never be a better man than this
In these times, I look to you, what is real, where's the proof
All with all your speech, you chose to preach a vision of some meditative bliss
From a book you said that changed your life, even though you never finished it
I still bruise, like a ripe peach in the summertime, you're still prone to disappear
Nothing's changed, I guess we're still doing fine, but it felt good to say we cared
I was drunk, it was late, I was gone, lost in space, pretty sure I found the meaning of it all
By the time I turned to you to explain our new truth
The syllables climbed from my throat and stumbling, they tripped over my tongue
You smiled like an amateur who hadn't read the manual for love
I still bruise, like a ripe peach in the summertime, you're still prone to disappear
Nothing's changed, I guess we're still doing fine, but it felt good to say we cared
I still bruise, like a ripe peach in the summertime, you're still prone to disappear
Nothing's changed, I guess we're still doing fine, but it felt good to say we cared
It felt good to say we cared
It felt good to say we cared
It felt good to say we cared
It felt good to say we cared
And I spent all this time just to find I'll never be a better man than this
In these times, I look to you, what is real, where's the proof
All with all your speech, you chose to preach a vision of some meditative bliss
From a book you said that changed your life, even though you never finished it
I still bruise, like a ripe peach in the summertime, you're still prone to disappear
Nothing's changed, I guess we're still doing fine, but it felt good to say we cared
I was drunk, it was late, I was gone, lost in space, pretty sure I found the meaning of it all
By the time I turned to you to explain our new truth
The syllables climbed from my throat and stumbling, they tripped over my tongue
You smiled like an amateur who hadn't read the manual for love
I still bruise, like a ripe peach in the summertime, you're still prone to disappear
Nothing's changed, I guess we're still doing fine, but it felt good to say we cared
I still bruise, like a ripe peach in the summertime, you're still prone to disappear
Nothing's changed, I guess we're still doing fine, but it felt good to say we cared
It felt good to say we cared
It felt good to say we cared
It felt good to say we cared
It felt good to say we cared
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Writer(s): Mike Larsen
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