There's fruit floating in your red wine
Bobbing up and down
Drifting around
Swimming through this town

One of them is me
A single mango cube
Soaking in the deep red drug
Waiting to be plucked and cleaved
Beneath your lipstick lips,
By teeth

The palm trees sing a soothing song
They cannot see our skeletons
They cannot see our pasts, the breeze
It pushes us along with ease

So nevermind this silly thing
I'm dipping out and diving in
Vacation calls, vacation calls
I'm never coming back.