Peacock

Peacock I lie and let the sun poke me in the eye So I never, ever have to see her say goodbye We're all products of passion, now I write names in dust Wondering if passion creates us and breaks us More marijuana more x3 Run from the peacock x3 Her skin is thin like a lantern I can almost taste the light that she holds in We're all products of passion, now I write names in dust Wondering if passion creates us and breaks us More marijuana more x3 Run from the peacock x3