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