All the dust I’ve collected on this tiny little shelf
All the esteem I’ve poured into others from myself
And yet the emptiness in this place it eats me to the core
In this barren wasteland that is this place why aren’t there people who are searching for more

This is my last stand pleasing – The branch is far too heavy
Though I may cover my bruises – When I hit the ground – I came alive

If only I could, if only we could, then you would stay
In your eyes, maybe faint surprise, then you pull away – now I’m dizzy in disarray

This is my last stand pleasing – The branch is far too heavy
Though I may cover my bruises – When I hit the ground – I came alive

Pick me I’m riper, pick me I’m riper, pick me I’m riper

Pick Me – I’ll show you what it means to be alive

Pick me I’m riper, pick me I’m riper, pick me I’m riper

Pick Me – Back on the shelf again

This is my last stand pleasing – The branch is far too heavy
Though I may cover my bruises – When I hit the ground – I came alive

Pick me I’m riper

Pick Me