Apple Tree

Here I hang from the apple tree Oh, take a little bite, take a bite for me The pain, it keeps me sane For I am more than a taste The taste in the mouths of the starving crowds All pulling at the leaves, pulling off to me In feet first, a savage thirst Oh, leave me be, leave me be Leave me be, I'm tired And I feel so damn cold Hold me like a child 'Cause I feel so damn old I got so damn old Here I hang for the seated crowd To look upon my eyes, look upon my mouth And say, "We were there that day I saw her face, heard a sound" But now I sit where there used to be A quiet little scene of an apple tree White roots and balanced fruit The winter glowed on her leaves Hold me like a child 'Cause I feel so damn cold Bind me like I'm wild 'Cause I feel so damn old I got so damn old And I feel so damn old I got so damn old