Climbing up on the peach trees by your house Falling, scraping your knees raw up on the bark Gently wipe the dirt off with my spit But lately I can't help but think of it About you Sometimes I think about the fruit And how it bruises just like your skin I, I wish I could make it easier I, 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, I wish I could make it easier I, I wish I could make it easier For you