Grapes

Schoolyard pick Nothing sticks To you quite like I do Grape in my mouth Shoot the juice out Out nothing comes Like words on the tip of my tongue Say something to me nice and tender I got a feeling that might be easier Kicked the plug out of the socket All of my hard work Looks like I just lost it And do you still feel it Or for how much longer Young loves growing older Can we please stay young forever I got a feeling that might be easier Maybe you might like me better The more like you I′m growing into Short sleeve, baby I want every joke to land Cool, fresh, useless It's all out of my hands Cool breeze, tight squeeze Do you wanna talk to me Spider crawling up your back She′s a hard nut to crack Say something to me nice and tender I got a feeling that might be easier Maybe you might like me better The more like you I'm growing into Blindspot checking the coat-hanger is dancing Sunlight reflected in the mirror I can't see ya Out somewhere talking and dancing You′re not here I can′t see ya (I can't see ya) You′re not here I can't see ya (I can′t see ya) I can't see ya