Fruit Eater

It's my normal It's my phase Laid up crying For seven days I wouldn't lie to you Just in your place The way you eat a fruit And catch me in your gaze And catch me in your gaze And catch me in your gaze Hot skylight My twenty-third What's surprising Is how it's earned Why do we hide ourselves With compromise So encompassing In such a short time In such a short time I'm thinking that I'm maybe your Wife But I Can't stay The lakes Gone grey With loss Of all its Pray For now I say Good Day