Bad Apple Lament

Rotten apples everywhere, raining like the sun
 shine down through my bones, through the gray
 of the path I've been walking
 Rotten apples in my way, falling on the sidewalk
 every day, like the lists of the things that
 I have not been guilty of, no
 Rotten apples in my way, falling on the sidewalk
 every day, like the lists of the things that
 I have not been doing.
 Best not be rotting on the vine, no
 You gotta let it go in time.
 Your heart's grown and so has mine, but
 apple bruises never really heal
 They leave injured, spongey places
 which we can no longer feel.
 Fill it in with secrets if your apple overflows
 like mine; it'll clot in time
 for you to breathe, take stock, and listen
 So if you're folded up and in,
 can't get your soul sewn shut again,
 you've found the wretched garden where I've been imprisoned
 All in time you'll heal and reawaken, awaken
 Rotten apples everywhere, raining like the sun
 shine down through my bones, through the gray
 of the path I've been seeking
 Rotten apples in my hair, falling on the sidewalk
 everywhere, like the lists of the things that
 I have not been telling you, oh
 If this love is rotting on the vine
 You better turn me loose in time
 For baby, if I'm painful fruit to bear, I swear,
 I will release your heart in no time, in no time.