Fruit Salad

Prelude

Fog on the window

Mornings lean and grey

Bare feet on cool linoleum

Shadows settle in trays

Hands reach for silence

Eyes trace the slow decay

A silent kitchen waiting

Before the break of day

Verse 1

Peel

Bright skin

The kitchen knife

Is cold and heavy

You slide off the silver

Into the glass bowl

Just one of many

Mixed up

Lost

Chorus

You are just another fruit salad

Sour juice and bitter seeds

Left out in the heat

Turned to mush

You are just another fruit salad

Nothing special in the bowl

Nothing whole

Nothing at all

Verse 2

Sweet

Rotting slow

Drowning in the syrup

Flesh turns brown

Soft spots

Bruised by the spoon

Every piece looks the same

Buried underneath

Forgotten

Stale

Chorus

You are just another fruit salad

Sour juice and bitter seeds

Left out in the heat

Turned to mush

You are just another fruit salad

Nothing special in the bowl

Nothing whole

Nothing at all

Bridge

Peaches

Pears

Pine-Apple

Don't forget the Grapes

Drown them all in syrup

The Cherry's always Mine

Guitar Solo

Verse 3

Empty

Glass stains

Sticky on the table

Scraped away

Poured out

Down the drain

You go

Cold

Chorus

You are just another fruit salad

Sour juice and bitter seeds

Left out in the heat

Turned to mush

You are just another fruit salad

Nothing special in the bowl

Nothing whole

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

An empty bowl