Sweet Fruit

I'm a sweet fruit that's dying on the vine

Growing in a dark room, tryna find the light

I can bend my body to your will

You shine and I crawl to the windowsill

Spring has arrived and there is no time left to kill

Slipped through December feeling sorry for myself

The last time that you touched me was July and no one else

Can light me up the same, and so these days I wilt

I need a gardener, a doctor, a priest, or a lover

I need someone, I need someone

I need a priest, a gardener, a doctor, a lover

I need someone

To look through and see me, to rip out the weeds

Growing where my heart was

We denied our love was somewhat in decay

Beginning of the end was marked mid to early May

I wanted to make it to October for your birthday

I sent a card, but it arrived to you a day late

Almost every year, our love comes back around

Usually in April, we try to work things out

You come back like it's seasonal, my calendar counts it down

I still haven't heard from you, and this year there's a drought

I need a priest, a gardener, a doctor, a lover

I need someone (I need someone)

To look through and see me, to rip out the weeds

Growing where my heart was

I need a priest, a gardener, a doctor, a lover

I need someone (I need someone)

To look through and see me, to rip out the weeds

Growing where my heart was

(Hey)

I need someone

I need someone

I need someone

I need someone

(Oh) I need someone

I need someone

I need someone

I need someone

I need a priest, a gardener, a doctor, a lover

I need someone

To look through and see me, to rip out the weeds

Growing where my heart was

I need a priest, a gardener, a doctor, a lover

I need someone

To look through and see me, to rip out the weeds

Growing where my heart was

I need someone

I need someone