Peach Tea

Im smoking cigarettes again So I could sing with that raspy voice you like I get less frustrated now If I get enough sleep and I spend the night Thinking 'bout you And what to do Thinking bout how it should have been When I still had you I fall down it's hard to die My runner's high is running late I asked my conscience for advice But he's on a fucking lunch break Its hard to take myself seriously Was the story you and I just a comedy Just a comedy Anti-depressants taste like cotton candy Im popping twenty a time cause i got it handy Wish i could substitute my dopamine receptors with a thousand boxes of xanny Im super fucking toxic And I like that But i'll tell you if you need a slap In the face with a mic stand Its hard to take myself seriously Is my whole life just a comedy Are you laughing at me Why does everybody look like Anastasia That bitch is too smart for me so I should just stop thinking bout her I was here 5 years ago wearing the same shoes I bought with my own money (Peach tea tastes the same) (Peach tea tastes the same) (I've changed) (I've changed)