First peach of summer
First day out of bed
Haven't had a swim yet
Peelin' off the paint from the deck
The black dirt from the farm
The light from my computer
The dog in the yard
You're up recording
Jojo's pickling something strange
Talking in the kitchen
Eating dinner late
You're picking your nose
It gets clogged at night
Dusting it in the evening
Packing it real tight
I'm sleeping my feelings
I'm eating my dreams
And wiping a tear
That falls on me
I'm waking up early
Trying to at least
Getting to 5am
For a walk down the street
I can't do it without you
I don't want to make it a home
The lies and the addiction
How it feels when you don't listen
Even the birds thrust away with the wind
The smoke fire at the neighbors
Painful images
I'm sleeping my feelings
I'm eating my dreams
Then wiping a tear
As it falls on me
I can't do it without you
I don't want to make it a home
The lies and the addiction
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels
And I could leave you
I could leave unscarred
The perfect ending
A homeless heart
The lies and the addiction
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
First peach of summer
First day out of bed
Haven't had a swim yet
Peelin' off the paint from the deck
Rose Stoller - first peach of summer (demo) Lyrics
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First peach of summer
First day out of bed
Haven't had a swim yet
Peelin' off the paint from the deck
The black dirt from the farm
The light from my computer
The dog in the yard
You're up recording
Jojo's pickling something strange
Talking in the kitchen
Eating dinner late
You're picking your nose
It gets clogged at night
Dusting it in the evening
Packing it real tight
I'm sleeping my feelings
I'm eating my dreams
And wiping a tear
That falls on me
I'm waking up early
Trying to at least
Getting to 5am
For a walk down the street
I can't do it without you
I don't want to make it a home
The lies and the addiction
How it feels when you don't listen
Even the birds thrust away with the wind
The smoke fire at the neighbors
Painful images
I'm sleeping my feelings
I'm eating my dreams
Then wiping a tear
As it falls on me
I can't do it without you
I don't want to make it a home
The lies and the addiction
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels
And I could leave you
I could leave unscarred
The perfect ending
A homeless heart
The lies and the addiction
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
First peach of summer
First day out of bed
Haven't had a swim yet
Peelin' off the paint from the deck
First day out of bed
Haven't had a swim yet
Peelin' off the paint from the deck
The black dirt from the farm
The light from my computer
The dog in the yard
You're up recording
Jojo's pickling something strange
Talking in the kitchen
Eating dinner late
You're picking your nose
It gets clogged at night
Dusting it in the evening
Packing it real tight
I'm sleeping my feelings
I'm eating my dreams
And wiping a tear
That falls on me
I'm waking up early
Trying to at least
Getting to 5am
For a walk down the street
I can't do it without you
I don't want to make it a home
The lies and the addiction
How it feels when you don't listen
Even the birds thrust away with the wind
The smoke fire at the neighbors
Painful images
I'm sleeping my feelings
I'm eating my dreams
Then wiping a tear
As it falls on me
I can't do it without you
I don't want to make it a home
The lies and the addiction
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels
And I could leave you
I could leave unscarred
The perfect ending
A homeless heart
The lies and the addiction
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
How it feels when you don't listen
First peach of summer
First day out of bed
Haven't had a swim yet
Peelin' off the paint from the deck
Writer: Rose Stoller
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid