Climbing up on the peach trees by your house
Falling, scraping your knees raw on the bark
Gently wipe the dirt off with my spit
But lately I can't help but think of it
How 'bout you?
Sometimes I think about the fruit
And how it bruises just like your skin
I wish I could make it easier
I wish I could make it easier
Driving down to the coast of Anna's Lake
Swimming under the sun just like we're still innocent
But our huckleberry days are over now
And I'm peeling off our pain until I take it all
For you, sometimes I think about the fruit
And how it bruises just like your skin
I wish I could make it easier
I wish I could make it easier
For you