Someday I'll be dead No need of a smoke No cigarette Indifferent to poetry Backed up by the whole language And peeled into a strip Look what they've done to me Why not laugh loud Push the little i around The scent of white peaches reaches me In bursts And I lie down alive Somedays I'm afraid In need of that friend I never made No one to comfort me Backed into a whole Wrapped up and sealed in with a stone Look what they've done to me Why not laugh loud Push the little i around The scent of white peaches reaches me In bursts And I lie down alive