Peachy - Pom Poko

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

Theres is no direction, now there’s just the wilderness left

Leaning over me, so subtle in your moving

Marching like machinery, confronting every

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

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