Plum - Widowspeak

Composed by：Molly Hamilton/Robert Earl Thomas

Feel the bruising through the skin

It won't go back to being green again

Try to hold on to the sweet

Where the softness used to be

I feel nothing

I feel dumb

You're a peach and

I'm a plum

Feeling less then revealing more

The stone that's buried what the fruit is for

You were in bloom in your own time

I was there but wasn't mine

I feel nothing

I feel dumb

You're a peach and

I'm a plum

I'm a plum

No one is old and nothing is young

You're a peach and I'm a plum

No one is old

Nothing enough nothing is young

I feel dumb

You're a peach

You're a peach and I'm a plum

I'm a plum

I'm a plum

I'm a plum