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