I drank half a bottle of whiskey late last night
And I ran off on a rampage into the night
I tore down the walls my friends built around me
To prevent me from being carefree
Oh, fruit I ate
When I was young
And focused on floodgates
Oh, fruit I ate
When I was young
And focused on floodgates
I matured late last night
My limbs were whittled down my face turned white
My clothing disheveled and my manner lordly
Then I'd always be carefree
Oh, fruit I ate
When I was young
And focused on floodgates
Oh, fruit I ate
When I was young
And focused on floodgates
I sat at the bedside of a dying love
It was black and it was ugly
Like always before
My hands were weak and restless but they cradled your face
As you went off into some strange other place
Oh, fruit I ate
When I was young
And focused on floodgates
Oh, fruit I ate
When I was young
And focused on floodgates