Peach

It's just quite not what we're used to No point in saying goodbye I've got no mystery no damn clue You'll be the peach to my pie Now we just think of the memories No use in holding on tight When she is acting so friendly I think of why she's not mine Time is just non-existent A fire burning inside Too hot and oh so persistent Burn me up until I can die Now we just think of the memories No use in holding on tight When she is acting so friendly I think of why she's not mine When she is acting so friendly I think of why she's not mine I think of why she's not mine I think of why she's not mine