Bad Apple Lament

Rotten apples everywhere, raining like the sun

shine down through my bones, through the gray

of the path I've been walking

Rotten apples in my way, falling on the sidewalk

every day, like the lists of the things that

I have not been guilty of, no

Rotten apples in my way, falling on the sidewalk

every day, like the lists of the things that

I have not been doing.

Best not be rotting on the vine, no

You gotta let it go in time.

Your heart's grown and so has mine, but

apple bruises never really heal

They leave injured, spongey places

which we can no longer feel.

Fill it in with secrets if your apple overflows

like mine; it'll clot in time

for you to breathe, take stock, and listen

So if you're folded up and in,

can't get your soul sewn shut again,

you've found the wretched garden where I've been imprisoned

All in time you'll heal and reawaken, awaken

Rotten apples everywhere, raining like the sun

shine down through my bones, through the gray

of the path I've been seeking

Rotten apples in my hair, falling on the sidewalk

everywhere, like the lists of the things that

I have not been telling you, oh

If this love is rotting on the vine

You better turn me loose in time

For baby, if I'm painful fruit to bear, I swear,

I will release your heart in no time, in no time.