S.J.Tucker - 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.