Peaches

Peaches in my living room
And maybe I'm just missing you
Holding onto youth
Holding onto a fleeting tune

And these things are killing you
Thinking about waiting in a pool
Just trying not to sink

No, you're drowning in pink
Obsessing over a photograph
Knowing these feelings won't last
Not satisfied

Just trying to pass the time
And I'm right here again
Holding onto the internet

At all ends does that mean something to you
Please tell me that you love me too

These peaches
These peaches
These peaches
Were never meant for you

These peaches
These peaches
These peaches
Were never meant for you, yeah