Peachy

How else can I say I am not your hide-away,
Get your face out from the crook in my arm
And not only just I can be what’s keeping you alive,
If I slip up,
If I fall asleep you’re gone
And God knows I’ve tried but I am god damned tired
And I will build a fort around you,
The bricks are drying in the sun,
Stay real still I’ll soon be done
Because I’m not strong enough to hold you up,
I’ve got a hole inside my gut
And it’s tearing me apart
Yeah, this hole inside my gut it is tearing me apart
It is tearing me apart
I am small the television’s falling from the second floor,
My sister’s hand in mine as we watch it go
Another scene with sirens in the front yard for the neighbors to read by the
lights of
I am small the televisions falling from the second floor,
My sister’s hand in mine as we watch it go
Another scene with sirens in the front yard for the neighbors to soak in the
lights of