Peach Italian Soda

I cleaned you out
From underneath my fingernails today
(I knew it was the end
From the heat in my face)
And I can see every line not to cross
Like you crossed with me

Write it on a napkin
Our own private scripture
(Light it with the roach
I'll pretend I don't miss you)

Pouring salt to mark a heart
That you can never touch
(Why do I still see you
Every time that my eyes shut)
Someday soon the taste of peach
Won't remind me of you

Maybe it's delusion
Or maybe that's life
(You get what you want
And the veil's cut from your eyes)

Know what I think about
I think about you every goddamn day
Goddamn day, oh
Know what I think about
I think about you every goddamn day
Goddamn day, oh
You're what I think about
I think about you every goddamn day
Goddamn day, oh no



Credits
Writer(s): Malia Jenkins
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