if the cherry's sweet it comes right off the bush

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Debbie Harry, 1978

I'm sorry. it's true. my cherry pitter pushes an X into one side of the fruit and a messy, ragged exit wound out the other. and that's before I slice them in half. I think lately I've been forgetting I have to do that too--I can only undergo the change if I willingly subject myself to the pain of it. which is always the part that scares me the most, because sorry to whine, but I'm tired of subjecting myself to pain with no change. that's not the deal I made.

[your answer must include a explanation of the metaphor. make sure to show your work] right. of course. so the fruit is me and the cherry pitter is Life. of course.

I'm sorry. it's true. my cherry pitter pushes an X into one side of the fruit and a messy, ragged exit wound out the other. and that's before I slice them in half. I think lately I've been forgetting I have to do that too--I can only undergo the change if I willingly subject myself to the pain of it. which is always the part that scares me the most, because sorry to whine, but I'm tired of subjecting myself to pain with no change. that's not the deal I made.

[your answer must include a explanation of the metaphor. make sure to show your work] right. of course. so the fruit is me and the cherry pitter is Life. of course.