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Peach Pit - You and Your Friends Album Lyrics



Peach Pit - You and Your Friends Lyrics






Feelin Low (F*ckboy Blues)

I want something always
More or less than what I have
Could be nothing, but I'll
Go in luck to be had

You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so
As you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low

All my wretched little recipes are the same
Had one cuppa from ya, and you'll know me by name

You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so
As you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low

Just last Tuesday morning
I recalled you at once
Your eyes shifting right on
Past my dorm, f*cking up

You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so
As you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low
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Writer: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Black Licorice

If you don't even wanna say my name anymore, that's fine
'Cause I'm so wasted, I don't mind
Wait a little and you will see I can be that guy
Straight up wasted on a dime

I'm just black licorice
And all the people that I know
Would rather leave me in the bowl

Chuckie knows he'll have to carry me home and he'll say, "that's fine"
But he's my baby, he won't mind
Ali goes it just like me but she's on a stride
Of keeping her shit right in line , unlike mine

I'm just black licorice
And all the people that I know
Would rather leave me in the bowl
I'm just black licorice
And all the people that I know
Would rather leave me in the bowl

I'm just black licorice
And all the people that I know
Would rather leave me in the bowl
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Writer: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Figure 8

Come to think of it, she said
Would you help me lace 'em up instead
The weed I had is workin'

From the shoreline in the snow
I can tell you want me out there so
Riding 'til it's hurting

You've set me up now
Watch her as she pirouettes
Watch her figure 8
With that style
All good things of it
Are most likely gonna go
Watch her skate away

Why am I your baby
As though you wanna play me away like that
Said you're never cold on the dark side of the road
It's your fave there, in fact
Would you wanna know if I'd say
You'll never go in at full impact
Always on the break as your calming a mistake
With your slow pacing back

Come to think of it, he said
You preferred if I would just pretend
To hold you there as baby

From the photos of you though
I've a longing to go back there so
Right until it's fading

You've set me up now
Watch her as she pirouettes
Watch her figure 8
With that style
All good things of it
Are most likely gonna go
Watch her skate away

Why am I your baby?
As though you wanna play me
Away like that
Said you're never cold on the dark side of the road
It's your fave there, in fact
Would you wanna know if I'd say
You'll never go in at full impact
Always on the break as your calming a mistake
With your slow pacing back
With your slow pacing back

Come to think of it, she said
Would you help me lace 'em up instead
The lead I had is working
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Writer: Charleston Olivia Adams, Christopher Vanderkooy, John Congleton, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil McCabe Smith, Peter Wilton
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Puppy Grin

I'm alone, to beginning
Just sat right here with my puppy grin
For you and your sneaking on holidays, holidays

What fun to be had
When you've got me here to hit right back
Just some Polly parroting on and on and like you want

What's up with you?
It's never been like you to be back and begging
I've been no good at acting as I should
Here at your thought, baby
Call me often if it's likely
That you'll be right back and biting
What's up with you?

How'd it go to be seen
That you've got some dog back home like me
Waiting up for you patiently
As you round the drive and wake him

Lot of fun to be seen
When you've got this dog back on your leash
Giddy up for you, baby
Yeah, any time of day you like it

What's up with you?
It's never been like you to be back and begging
I've been no good at acting as I should
Here at your thought, baby
Call me often if it's likely
That you'll be right back and biting
What's up with you?

What's up with you?
It's never been like you yo be back and begging
I've been no good at acting as I should
Here at your thought, baby
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Writer: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Brians Movie

Oh man, all of us go
There at the sidelong view of her walking you home
And I'm, shifting, holding my beer
Right as the chicks all boogie
At the sight of you clearing
I hate it, holy f*cking shit
It's like I'm back in my old basement
Making Lenny off n' split
'Cause he's the last to hit the pavement

Waiting out
On you coming back around
Or just faking out
Seems it's my upside now

Oh man, all of us go
There at the sidelong view
Of her walking you home
And I'm shifting, holding my beer
Right as the chicks all boogie
At the sight of you clearing
I hate it, holy f*ckin' shit
I've got the knives out, plug in the stove top
Making Davies take it in
Without a clue of what he smoked up

Waiting out
On you coming back around
Or just faking out
Seems that I'm upside down

Oh man, all of us go
There at the sidelong view
Of her walking you home
And I'm shifting, holding my beer
Right as the chicks all boogie
At the sight of you clearing
I hate it, what if it's fine to think
That you still could be just mine
Please be over it, Bry
You always had my back as a short guy

Waiting out
On you coming back around
Or just faking out
Seems that's my upside now

Oh man, all of us go
There at the sidelong view
Of her walking you home
And I'm
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Writer: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Camilla Im at Home

Camilla, I'm at home alone
Just staring at my phone for you to write
I'm laying singled in my bed
Just stoned out of my head this Friday night

Oh, Camilla, you don't understand
I haven't left my room
In a couple days
Even though you might think that I'd want to
When you're scrolling by
You might be thinking that it's me you see
But it's not really

Camilla, I'm at home instead
Just circling my head, don't ask me why
I'm really making such a fuss
Been feeling rather off, so don't come by

And it always folds in blue
While I'm leaning into chocolate
But a vision of it holds me very still
I don't even think it's real

Oh, Camilla
You don't understand, I haven't left my room
In a couple days
Even though you might think that I'd want to
When you're scrolling by
You might be thinking that it's me you see
But it's not really

And it always folds in blue
While I'm leaning into chocolate
But a vision of it holds me very still
I don't even think it's real
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Writer: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Second Life with Emily

Holding back and too embarrassed
Like you never heard me calling out your name
Did you see me as your fairest
As you went and led my second life away

All I want is to be away with you
You and I could be as one you know
And though it's all a game, I want it

You've come out here to waste my time
As I'm saying go ahead and waste it
You've come out here to say, "all mine"
What it is, you're only sad and wasted

Tell me, would it play as river knew?
Were it me to be there poured out in your room
Is it longing that you're drawing to?
Could it be that he has got me when it's you?

You've come out here to waste my time
As I'm saying go ahead and waste it
You've come out here to say, "all mine"
What it is, you're only sad and wasted

All I want is to be away with you
You and I could be as one you know
And though it's all a game, I want it

You've come out here to waste my time
As I'm saying, go ahead and waste it
You've come out here to say, "all mine"
What it is, you're only sad and wasted
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Writer: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Witon, Wendy Wang
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Live at the Swamp

Come to see that you could be just my type
Dumping your guts on the lawn while we're live at the swamp
Natalie's in psychedelic sideswipe
She's had a couple and coming up tears in her bloom
Charlie's off it too

Holding you is bettering me
And I know you won't say it
Wheeling out over the week
And I'd be down to waste it

Come to see that you and me have timed right
Hit by the blotter as I rip the water in two
Now you've got me folded up in hindsight
As if a day would go by without thinking of you

A-bomb's love in you

Holding you is bettering me
And I know you won't say it
Wheeling out over the week
And I'd be down to waste it

Holding you is bettering me
And I know you won't say it
Wheeling out over the week
And I'd be down to waste it
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Writer: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Shampoo Bottles

I've been leaving your shampoo bottles
Over in the corner there
Sittin' empty on the bathtub rail
Wishin' they could wash your hair

Yeah, I keep 'em by that crumb of fancy soap
And your toothbrush at my bathroom sink
Your cellphone charger's still hanging from the wall
Haven't chucked it all, like you'd think
Though you haven't been around in weeks

I've run out of my Speed Stick, honey
So I have been using yours
It's frickin' trash, all that organic hoo-hah
From one of your health food stores

It is seemingly worsened everyday
All this shit of yours around my house
If I could've had it any other way
Then by now I would've chucked it out
But it seems to wanna stick around

I've been leaving you in radio silence
Though I'd love to catch a pass
Waited long enough that I could never call you
Baby, how f*cked is that?
And it's all just so forgettable
'Til I'm sitting with your stuff alone
Man, why can't I just let it go?

I've been seeing that red Corolla
Parked out on the corner there
If it were yours, there'd be some hippie bullshit
Hanging from the rear-view mirror

As I'm passing it every other day
I look in to see if this one's yours
But the shape it's in is giving it away
Yours is dented up and down the doors
Never wanted to see it more

I've been leaving you in radio silence
Though I'd love to catch a pass
Waited long enough that I could never call you
Baby how f*cked is that?
And it's all just so forgettable
'Til I'm sitting with your stuff alone
Man, why can't I just let it go?
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Writer: Christopher Vanderkooy, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Peter Wilton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Thursday

Coming up in the radio silence happened to hear, how you've done nothing this year
But the same old boyfriend

At the ball game look at that tall thing up and then down, what a heavenly sound
As you cuss him out

Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin round in my room
Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can
Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, f*ckin up a Thursday
F*ckin' up a Thursday

When I was looking at you I never saw another thing that I could need
Pictured all the fakes I'd have to be
Heavens up and go

When I was looking at you one morning I was on the fence to make a run
Fixed on all the things that made you fun
That've now grown old
Evened up before selling it
While away
I'm too shackled up for to say
I'm a damn fool

Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin' round in my room
Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can
Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, f*ckin' up a Thursday
F*ckin' up a Thursday
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Writer: Neil McCabe Smith, Peter Wilton, Michael Pascuzzi, Christopher Vanderkooy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Your Teeth

Feel enough, but you couldn't though
As you sat around a minute more
On to think what had brought it up
As he grabbed a kiss to win her love
You or I hush some pointers
And fall aside, I've been foiling it
All the while to rate your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth

F*cks it up like he couldn't be
Off for leaving you at secondly
All the wrong fortune adding up
As he grabbed a kiss to brush it off
Who would I laugh and point at
If you were to be avoided
And all the while to hate your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth

All the way back in to a throe
Relishing in all the undertow
For tonight holding her to he
As she grabbed a kiss so tenderly
Why am I all for leaving
When you're the one I'm deceiving
And all the while I've hated your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth
Your teeth
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Writer: Neil McCabe Smith, Peter Wilton, Michael Pascuzzi, Christopher Vanderkooy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




You and Your Friends

Anytime you call me up past one
It's not my favorite way to get at the feeling
I've gotten awful lots since tenth grade
Had you locked and leaving
If this could wrap around and through ya
I'll be at the spot up river
Thought you'd be there anyway
Where'd you think we're meeting

Come on, let me hear it
Everyone's a villain, baby
Save for you and your friends though
I'll be in division, she's freezing in the kitchen
Won't you let me be the best one that you know?
But you won't

Anytime you call me up past one
It's not a bother, kid
Later, we'll be laughing
Had ya been sitting in my thought again
I'd have seen you passing
If this could wrap around and through ya
I'll be at the spot up river
Thought you'd be there anyway
Where'd you think we're meeting?

Come on let me hear it
Everyone's a villain, baby
Save for you and your friends though
I'll be in division, she's freezing in the kitchen
Won't you let me be the best one that you know
But you won't

Come on, let me hear it
Everyone's a villain, baby
Save for you and your friends though
I'll be in division, she's freezing in the kitchen
Won't you let me be the best one that you know
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Writer: Neil McCabe Smith, Peter Wilton, Michael Pascuzzi, Christopher Vanderkooy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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