peach

作曲 : Aya Sinclair

in spite of the itch in your tonsil

you gather fruit still

sit pretty on the windowsill

cast spell form a sigil

in spite of the inertia

this nasturtium feeds a thirst

i feel a blurse working

firm up the curtains

i come around on some half-truths

sip a couple of some sour brews(/uise)

say some shit like

"if i did i'm afraid that(/and) i may have mislead you"

days in bed, who knew this bruxellois-wah got me boo-hoo?

ash on the sheets, we were lines in the twill

kept half an eye on the fruit on the sill

i watched your peach go soft in the sun

i could slice up half an apple

we'd take turns nibbling the afternoon away

the fear sets in as dusk comes

losing lightness each passing day

we could sit here in your bedroom

we'd burn effigies to make our play

closer and close but never touch

never slept through the night

never let me out of sight

never rest til each cell filled

never stressed never chilled

never swept up the mould on the sill

above all never left a drop spilled

in spite

you'd an old-world preference, learned on the vine

solved our differential, an ex is just change over time

found our function in the sunken in, each day we desist

couple rows so we could pop our cysts

as though the puss'd bust right out of the tryst

i come around so we can both play chemist

couple powders and we hide our blemish

i come around bunged up speaking phlegmish

i could slice up half an apple

we'd take turns nibbling the afternoon away

the fear sets in as dusk comes

losing lightness each passing day

we could sit here in your bedroom

we'd burn effigies to make our play

closer and close but never touch