Cold Peaches

The sun rises slowly in the south of france
And I wish you were near me but you know I don't dance
And I've been writing for you
But your mind's a million miles away
And you know I don't blame you cuz your body's doing the same

And why do I blank on the way I should kiss
Till it happens again and I fall back into it
And I'd give you my peaches, straight out the fridge every time
Cuz they're your favourite thing in the world and honey you're mine

I'm done just existing, not much else to say
And your words they feel endless, like swimming in rain
I'll stop counting the seconds till I'll be me again, at least try
And I'll wish me a congratulations, better luck next time



Credits
Writer(s): Arabella Mercer
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