Smoke Midi - Space Age

Country Peach

Well he's a country peach
Like all the things I want to be
Met out of water
And found our common ground
Though I might be the type
To end the night in the morgue
Somehow I feel
There's a sweeter core

Up late running
Through every outcome
We are something
Falling fast
Never again

Took off to the drive in movies
Conversed about the worst an hour
Green turns to red
Seasonal regret
Dopamine
Thirsty vein
Bad decisions
Just a sprain

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Writer(s): Joel Smitherman
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