Peachy

I am growing wierdly, there is no proportion

I've become so puffy, there is just emotion

I know what I'm doing, all that I am babe

There is no direction, now there's just the wilderness left

Leaning over me, so subtle in your movement

Marching like machinery, confronting every complex

Sit beside me heavenly, watch me as I shape shift

Squeezing out myself and sculpturing your words in mine

Ooh, when I try to be peachy

When I try to be peachy

When I try to be peachy

When I try to be peachy

Quietly intruding without any meaning

The thoughts are oxygen, I listen close to breathing

I've become so puffy, so without proportion

There is no direction, now there's just the wilderness

Ooh, when I try to be peachy

When I try to be peachy

When I try to be peachy

When I try to be peachy

When I try to be peachy

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah