Peaches

There's a hermit crab
On my guitar
And he's singing
To me

I know that if i sing his song
I won't get far
But he's singing
To me

I'm just making this up now
There's nothing to sing about
Except for my true hate
I guess that's something

I couldn't write an entire song
About what you did wrong
I don't have the heart
But if i did it would be in drop D

There's a hermit crab
On my guitar
And he's dancing
For me

I know that if i dance his dance
I won't get far
But he's dancing
For me

If you don't know why
This song is about nothing
I won't
Explain

I know i said this would be
In drop D
I'm sorry
I didn't have the time at all

The time to tune down
To tune you out
To tune you out