Oh, the color was so bright, a summer's gentle kissBut now it's soft and squishy, what a sorry, pulpy miss.Thought we were garden-fresh, a vibrant, juicy dreamNow there’s a sour whisper, a silent, crimson scream.[Percussion Break - Stuttering high-hats, building kick]One day, perfectly plump, the next, a silent fallA red review on everything, painted on my wall.A bitter, tangy splash, right on my polished shoesThis unexpected mess, it’s giving me the blues.[Groove Shift - Bassline drops, more syncopated]Remember laughter echoing, beneath the sunny vine?Now every memory feels like a rotten tomato sign.A sticky, seedy truth, squashed beneath the weightOf promises forgotten, sealing our sticky fate.[Vocal Chop - Repetitive "squish, squish"]Did I miss the warning signs, the slow decay within?Or was I just too blinded by where we could have been?Now it’s a fragrant warning, a lesson sharp and clearNo turning back the clock, no banishing the fear.[Build-up - Drums intensify, layers of synth](Spoken Word - almost whispered, then growing)They say it's just a fruit, past its prime, past its use...But my heart feels like that pulp, tangled in this loose excuse.[Beat Drop - Driving synth bass, heavy four-on-the-floor kick]Splattered on the pavement, a neon red demiseBut I'm not gonna wallow in these rotten, tear-filled eyes!Gonna wipe away the seeds, gonna scrub the sticky floorNo rottenness is keeping me from wanting something more![Ad-lib - Energetic "Yeah!"]Oh, the pulp, the pulp, it's a vibrant, messy artBut it's not gonna define the rhythm of my heart!No rotten score for my soul, no faded, dying glowGonna plant new seeds of sunshine, watch a brand new future growWipe it clean, let it go, let the fresh air flow!Wipe it clean, let it go, watch my spirit glowRotten no more, no more, no more...Yeah!
