Pulp

You, fruit fly parasite, you Drain me ‘til I’m bleak, and you Suck me ‘til I’m dry You, slick like Vaseline, you Crawl under my skin and peel me Like a tangerine A little hard to chew A little hard to swallow A little too much acidity A little bit of blue And a lot of muscle To squeeze the life out of me How far can I bend ‘til I break? ‘Til there’s no further to fall How much can I weather ‘til I fray? ‘Til there’s nothing left of me but Pulp You, eating at my thoughts, you Plant some cavities and then Leave me here to rot You, corrode me to the core, you take Everything I have and you Still come back for more A little hard to chew A little hard to swallow A little too much acidity A little bit of blue And a lot of muscle To squeeze the life out of me How far can I bend ‘til I break? ‘Til there’s no further to fall How much can I weather ‘til I fray? ‘Til there’s nothing left of me but Pulp I’m black and blue, shaking Off the residue and Scraping my way Up death row ‘Cause what breaks you is what Makes you, so I S’pose I should just Thank you for Giving me this chance to grow Oh How far can I bend ‘til I break? ‘Til there’s no further to fall How much can I weather ‘til I fray? ‘Til there’s nothing left of me You can try to bend me But I won’t break You’ve made me the strongest of them all Toss me in the grinder I’ll be okay Even when there’s nothing left of Even when there’s nothing left of Til there’s nothing left of me but Pulp