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