Peach

If you pick from the peach tree But the peach you pick was too sweet You can toss it love Or you can spit the seed And give it back for another season Bear the fruits of love, if you keep up You can tap out when you've had enough Or you can sit and stare In your whiskey cup And make it last for another season And all the fields we planted In a lover zone They die at midnight To a lovers cry Could we ever have known? You I'll keep in a safer place Tucked away in a pony parade You I'll keep in a safer place But for me it's hard to see Blessed is she Blessed is she Blessed is she Honey in my teeth Cracks along the crease Persona non grata Keep it winter where you are If the summer fades Lick the cap of a marmalade Oh but the sweetest peach That you would ever taste A fever dream wrapped in cellophane Blessed is she Blessed is she Blessed is she Honey in my teeth Cracks along the crease Persona non grata All the fields we planted They die at midnight You I'll keep in a safer place Tucked away in a pony parade You I'll keep in a safer place But for me it's hard to see Blessed is she Blessed is she Blessed is she Honey in my teeth Cracks along the crease Persona non grata You can't come home for free Wading in the creeks That lead you overseas Persona non grata