Someday I'll be dead
No need of a smoke
No cigarette
Indifferent to poetry
Backed up by the whole language
And peeled into a strip
Look what they've done to me
Why not laugh loud
Push the little i around
The scent of white peaches reaches me
In bursts
And I lie down alive
Somedays I'm afraid
In need of that friend I never made
No one to comfort me
Backed into a whole
Wrapped up and sealed in with a stone
Look what they've done to me
Why not laugh loud
Push the little i around
The scent of white peaches reaches me
In bursts
And I lie down alive
