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