Peach

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[Verse]
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The blood from a peach runs down your chin
Blunts on the porch, your skin on my skin
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Can we call moving forward if
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It's just a bolt bus to your house?

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And we both know we're gonna lie here
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Smoking till our lungs turn black
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Just us and our bitter hearts
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Looking at stars for hours in the back of your car

And we grow tougher than we feared
That we'd ever be forced to and more tender
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Then we had ever thought possible
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With our seven bodies crammed onto my mattress
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Windows open, the wallpaper peeling and fading
Continues after the ad
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And our trauma becomes washed out
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More abstract and stomped out, and
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I know even though I don't have everything worked out

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I'm gonna call all the people
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I miss to say I can't wait to kiss you and
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Chain smoke on your front step
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Lay my head on your chest

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Ghosts of friends

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Waist-deep in lake Washington
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I will never forget all the reasons
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I'm not dead yet
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All the cats in my neighborhood and
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All the times you asked for help and I couldn't give it

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We feel lost like kids on the streets
Inside our brains carved by abuse, love, survival
And all those other things one way streets
Internalized as we ride our bikes
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They become the neighborhood we grew up in

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After all of the phone calls, all the letters I wrote you
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You'd think I'd figure out the words to tell you how much I love
     F#
You, and I know it's hard for you
                               B
To feel like you deserve to feel good

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