Runaway Brother - Harvest lyrics

I grew fruit for you I was inspired by the things you do But so bruised and battered too I'm sorry i must have picked them too soon You're ensnared in a chasm so deep Never fleeing from their mistreats You have only a wooden ladder And you're burning it for heat and comfort I grew fruit for you They're finally ripe i know you want them too Sewn to reap, the blue moon looms I've only forty-three weeks till next june But there's a hole in my vision It's like a cigarette burn in a film strip I was bored at a park of amusements I was losing my sense of improvement So i will rise above my pessimism It's ruining my life