Feeling Fruit

Wednesday's almost closing And I'm at the grocery store I am at the grocery store After weeks of frozen meals I am in the produce aisle And I'm feeling all the fruits I am feeling all the fruits Every wormhole, every bruise 'Cause I'm stuck with the weight you gave up When the night is crowded I can only see your face I can only see your face On a stranger's healthy frame I can't bear your fingers drumming And I'm feeling all the words I am feeling all your words And the monster in your purse 'Cause I'm stuck with the weight you gave up I am stuck with the weight you gave up I am stuck with the weight you gave up