Fruit

I was thinking about you, and I was wondering what I'd do

If you ever came around these parts again

I was kicking myself for all the things I did before

Kicking myself for things that never crossed my mind

You thought I was lazy. And I thought you were crazy

So, together we were always a little mad

Like fruit that's out of season, there's never a good reason

To think it is the best you ever had

Some people don't listen, they just do the same thing

Again, and again, and again, and again, and again