Every day I wake up and smell my dreams
I search them into my screens
I try to remember them walking down the street
But something pulls me off this
What a vision, what a beauty
Am I dreaming, dead or done in
None of this, you're my peach bloom
I can't control myself, but f*ck
I need to
Fill up with blood
Now, I'm your god
What a vision, what a beauty
Am I dreaming, dead or done in
None of this, you're my peach bloom
I can't control myself, but f*ck
I need to
I can't control myself, but f*ck
I need to
I can't control myself, but f*ck
I need to