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