Eighteenth ride home on the bus
Sat next to the famous boy, he said
Brother you don't give to yourself
What you give out to the world
Eight-millionth text from the girl
She just wants to know where you are
But you've dug yourself deep
And if you tell her the truth
She will cry
I refuse to look you in the eye
I refuse to let a piece of you die
You were in my peachdream
Good luck if I know what that means
One cider under and I feel dizzy
Is it me or does that tree look funny to you
Hundredth ride home on the bus
Sat next to the famous boy
It's been a year since the night
That we lost a bit of what we had made
I refuse to look you in the eye
I refuse to let a piece of you die
You were in my peachdream
Good luck if I know what that means
One cider under and I feel dizzy
Is it me or does that tree look funny to you
You were in my peachdream
So could I steal a can please
Kick the lock off the door, pick you up
Take you outside and thank the bouncer
You were in my peachdream
Good luck if I know what that means
One cider under and I feel dizzy
Is it me or does that tree look funny to you
You were in my peachdream
So could I steal a can please
Kick the lock off the door, pick you up
Take you outside and thank the bouncer