PEACH
What a peach
A sight for sore eyes
Someone who devastates you with the truth in all her white lies
I believed her
For keeps and all time
But once you get the taste of her on your tongue and on your mind, that is it
Her claiming of you
Your waiting heart is fading farther from the wind she sails through
And your world
Is just her oyster
As you walk arm in arm through every park while girls and boys stir
Who knows when this life ends?
When it stops or starts again?
If our days are numbered, babe, then why do we keep count?
I'll just sit, enjoy the view I have of you right now
I'm a peach on her lips
The juice from every bite of me is what she wants to sip
Oh, then turn me into wine
While all the holy ghosts in her just say there's no more time
And what is gold, now is mud
The garden I will grow from this is what I will become
And I'll be held in pots of clay
For now I'll have this look of sadness pressed upon my face
Who knows when this life ends?
When it stops or starts again?
If our days are numbered, babe, then why do we keep count?
I'll just sit, enjoy the view I have of you right now
What a peach, hmm
A sight for sore eyes
Someone who devastates you with the truth in all her white lies
I believed her
For keeps and all time
But once you get the taste of her on your tongue and on your mind, that is it
Her claiming of you
Your waiting heart is fading farther from the wind she sails through
And your world
Is just her oyster
As you walk arm in arm through every park while girls and boys stir
Who knows when this life ends?
When it stops or starts again?
If our days are numbered, babe, then why do we keep count?
I'll just sit, enjoy the view I have of you right now
I'm a peach on her lips
The juice from every bite of me is what she wants to sip
Oh, then turn me into wine
While all the holy ghosts in her just say there's no more time
And what is gold, now is mud
The garden I will grow from this is what I will become
And I'll be held in pots of clay
For now I'll have this look of sadness pressed upon my face
Who knows when this life ends?
When it stops or starts again?
If our days are numbered, babe, then why do we keep count?
I'll just sit, enjoy the view I have of you right now
What a peach, hmm
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Writer(s): Adam Melchor, Ethan Gruska, Henry Kwapis, Jack Karaszewski
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