Don’t Pass Me By Sixpence None the Richer

I am a fruit that you squeeze
Hoping the nectar is sweet
I am a lump on your wheel
Whose shape you still conceal
I want to be something to you
But I feel like nothing
And I'm desperate to feel you hands
Shaping me constantly

Chorus
Just don't pass me by
Please don't pass me by
Or else I else I die
Just please don't pass me by
Don't pass me by
Or else I else I'd die

You put a clench off my fist
Cleaning the mill of the (grids?)
You run a hand on my back
That makes my tension slack
Ill always be something to you
Though I feel like nothing
And I'm desperate to feel you hands
Shaping me constantly