Testo di Fruit Pit

Whose is this? Not mine I’d like to use it from time to time If I lay down I'm fine Read there And smoke A day’s worth of work Gone through steady and slow Invisible If you go anywhere Will you take me? And if you lost me there Would you know where to find me? Tired and true Shrinking so small You could fit me into Something that belongs to you Your red fanny pack Fruit pit Covered in spit No one to see Or interpret my body And if you go to the show Will you wake me? Tell me and nobody else Let’s not tell anybody