The pretty peaches hung
From southern trees
And my front yard cheeks
A masochistic love
Scattered glass on the street
Another reason to sleep
Pray for escape just to sneak back in
Lay on your back feel the dizziness
I could be on your chest
Your loss, I guess
My irritating voice
In your shitty apartment
With stains in the carpet
It must have been too much
Mixing marlboro reds
And coffee before bed
Hey, I was not done talking yet
Stay and add me to your bad habits
I could've been the best
Your loss, I guess
I guess
I guess that the light should've stayed red
I guess that the tires should have gone flat
I guess that we should have never met
I guess
I guess this is what the end feels like, darlin'
The pretty peaches have
Fallen onto your street
And they've been there for weeks
You've made your ford escape
To your passionfruit
And I'm left here to
Pray for escape just to sneak back in
Lay on your back feel the dizziness
I could be on your chest
Your loss, I guess
Louvena the Scout - Passionfruit Lyrics
Louvena the Scout - Passionfruit Lyrics
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The pretty peaches hung
From southern trees
And my front yard cheeks
A masochistic love
Scattered glass on the street
Another reason to sleep
Pray for escape just to sneak back in
Lay on your back feel the dizziness
I could be on your chest
Your loss, I guess
My irritating voice
In your shitty apartment
With stains in the carpet
It must have been too much
Mixing marlboro reds
And coffee before bed
Hey, I was not done talking yet
Stay and add me to your bad habits
I could've been the best
Your loss, I guess
I guess
I guess that the light should've stayed red
I guess that the tires should have gone flat
I guess that we should have never met
I guess
I guess this is what the end feels like, darlin'
The pretty peaches have
Fallen onto your street
And they've been there for weeks
You've made your ford escape
To your passionfruit
And I'm left here to
Pray for escape just to sneak back in
Lay on your back feel the dizziness
I could be on your chest
Your loss, I guess
From southern trees
And my front yard cheeks
A masochistic love
Scattered glass on the street
Another reason to sleep
Pray for escape just to sneak back in
Lay on your back feel the dizziness
I could be on your chest
Your loss, I guess
My irritating voice
In your shitty apartment
With stains in the carpet
It must have been too much
Mixing marlboro reds
And coffee before bed
Hey, I was not done talking yet
Stay and add me to your bad habits
I could've been the best
Your loss, I guess
I guess
I guess that the light should've stayed red
I guess that the tires should have gone flat
I guess that we should have never met
I guess
I guess this is what the end feels like, darlin'
The pretty peaches have
Fallen onto your street
And they've been there for weeks
You've made your ford escape
To your passionfruit
And I'm left here to
Pray for escape just to sneak back in
Lay on your back feel the dizziness
I could be on your chest
Your loss, I guess
Writer: Valeri Lohrman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid