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
Day's worth of work
Gone through steady and slow
Invisible

And 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
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