rotting on the vine Lyrics

They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Left me for dead among the wildflowers forgetting I was one

So now the wine is sour and the bread's gone stale

Honey, I can't withstand another fabricated fairytale

How could you tell me you were mine

Turn around and make me cry

The fruit was rotting on the vine

Now you can't look me in the eye

How could you tell me you were mine

Turn around and make me cry

The fruit was rotting on the vine

Now you can't look me in the eye

Heaven knows I'm no angel

I'm a lover and a fighter but you put me through Hell

And all because you scare yourself

So now the wine is sour and the bread's gone stale

I know I'm not your cup of tea no more

Oh lord, I'm my own pint of ale

How could you tell me you were mine

Now you can't look me in the eye

How could you tell me you were mine

Turn around and make me cry

The fruit was rotting on the vine

Now you can't look me in the eye

Now I hope you never make her cry

Hope that you learned from the times

You made tears fall from eyes

God I hope you never make her cry