Sweet peaches.

Sweet peachesWhite beachesAnd brandyTransformed into leaches-As did all the things that used to be dandy.They pushed beyond where my reach isAnd to each his own(Or whatever people say)But when your mind is blownAnd you can't conveyWhat you're proneTo feelingThen you'll truly knowI'm healing oh-So carefully.But the things I lovedNow taste like bloodWithout her here beside [...]