Passion Fruit

Fruitful Heartbreak: Unveiling the Bittersweet Symphony of Lost Passion
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Lyrics

Two years gone down the drain

Expressing the passage of two years in a negative light, suggesting a loss or wasted time.

Two years just gone and wasted

Reiterating the idea that two years have passed without significant achievement or fulfillment.

We had so much to say

Reflecting on unspoken thoughts or words that were never expressed during the relationship.

But never got the chance to say it

Highlighting the missed opportunity to communicate and share feelings.

Passion like the fruit

Comparing passion to a fruit, suggesting a complex and intense emotion.

Though maybe not as sweet

Acknowledging that passion, like a fruit, may not always be entirely sweet or pleasant.

You plucked me from my roots

Describing a metaphorical act of uprooting or separation from one's origins or foundation.

But couldn’t choke down the seeds

Expressing difficulties in fully accepting or dealing with the consequences of the relationship.

I think about you almost daily

Revealing frequent thoughts about the person, indicating a lingering emotional impact.

And the way it keeps my shoulders aching

Linking the thoughts about the person to physical discomfort, possibly from emotional stress.

Tell me who you’re fucking with lately

Inquiring about the current romantic involvement of the person, revealing a sense of curiosity or concern.

Well I guess you’re no longer my baby

Acknowledging the end of the relationship and a shift in the dynamics.

So take care

Offering a farewell or well-wishing message, possibly with a touch of sadness.

Cause I’m dying here

Expressing emotional distress or a sense of struggling to cope with the situation.

Your hair's a mess just like my life

Drawing a parallel between the disarray of the person's hair and the chaos in the speaker's life.

I still think about you every night

Revealing persistent thoughts about the person, suggesting an ongoing emotional attachment.

I miss the stars we had up on our ceiling

Nostalgically recalling shared moments or symbols of the past relationship.

Oh god I really really hate the feeling

Expressing strong dislike for the emotional state or experience associated with the breakup.

Like it's my fault and you don’t give a shit

Feeling a sense of blame or responsibility, juxtaposed with the perception that the other person is indifferent.

Like I’m eating passion fruit but I’m swallowing the pith

Using the metaphor of eating passion fruit to convey the bitterness or unpleasantness of the experience.

Like it's my fault and you don’t give a shit

Repeating the theme of feeling blamed and unimportant in the eyes of the other person.

I think about you almost daily

Reiterating the persistent thoughts about the person and their impact on the speaker.

And the way it keeps my shoulders aching

Connecting emotional thoughts to physical discomfort, emphasizing the ongoing struggle.

Tell me who you’re fucking with lately

Continuing to inquire about the person's current romantic involvement, highlighting the speaker's emotional vulnerability.

Well I guess you’re no longer my baby

Accepting the reality of the changed relationship and the emotional distance.

So take care

Repeating the farewell message, underscoring the emotional intensity of the speaker's experience.

Cause I’m dying here

Expressing a sense of desperation or deep emotional pain.

Your hair's a mess just like my life

Drawing a parallel between the untidy state of hair and the chaos in the speaker's life.

I still think about you every night

Reiterating the enduring nature of thoughts about the person, indicating unresolved emotions.

Cause we had passion just like the fruit

Recalling the passionate nature of the past relationship, possibly with a sense of longing.

How could I be over you?

Expressing difficulty in moving on from the person due to the intense emotions experienced in the past relationship.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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