cranberry bogs Lyrics

You spoke so lowly of cranberry bogs

Red berries hiding in a hazy fog

These swamps ridden with a bittersweet taste

Watch them float, God, life's a waste

Bella Gardener, the MFA

Top of the Prudential, airport bouquets

Do your parents hate me? Is your brother okay?

I still care, I hope that's fine to say

I slipped in a bog and started to drown

You tried to grab me and pull me out

I held onto you, you were my home

But you hated berries so I felt alone

You tried to help, water soaked our skin

My pain was too strong and you felt it seep in

It broke me to hear those things she'd say

A house isn't home if it makes you feel chased

I slipped out of us and started to drift

You grew bitter and it caused a rift

Now cranberries are all I taste

The sweetness lingers

Though you're far away