PULP

You, fruit fly parasite, you

Drain me ‘til I’m bleak, and you 

Suck me ‘til I’m dry

You, slick like Vaseline, you

Crawl under my skin and peel me

Like a tangerine 

A little hard to chew

A little hard to swallow 

A little too much acidity

A little bit of blue 

And a lot of muscle

To squeeze the life out of me

How far can I bend ‘til I break?

‘Til there’s no further to fall

How much can I weather ‘til I fray? 

‘Til there’s nothing left of me but Pulp

You, eating at my thoughts, you

Plant some cavities and then 

Leave me here to rot

You, corrode me to the core, you take

Everything I have and you 

Still come back for more

A little hard to chew

A little hard to swallow 

A little too much acidity

A little bit of blue 

And a lot of muscle

To squeeze the life out of me

How far can I bend ‘til I break?

‘Til there’s no further to fall

How much can I weather ‘til I fray? 

‘Til there’s nothing left of me but Pulp

I’m black and blue, shaking

Off the residue and

Scraping my way 

Up death row 

‘Cause what breaks you is what 

Makes you, so I 

S’pose I should just 

Thank you for

Giving me this chance to grow

Oh

How far can I bend ‘til I break?

‘Til there’s no further to fall

How much can I weather ‘til I fray? 

‘Til there’s nothing left of me 

You can try to bend me

But I won’t break 

You’ve made me the strongest of them all

Toss me in the grinder

I’ll be okay 

Even when there’s nothing left of

Even when there’s nothing left of

Til there’s nothing left of me but 

Pulp