My Heart Is An Apple
I'll admit I'm full of shitThat's how I know I love youThat's how I know I trust you,You're not sure if there's a right or wrongBut it feels like there is when I treat you like thisI go outside
Texas, I won't come homeNot even if you callI can't hear you at allI can't explain why it's a sin the state I'm living inI just feel so tiredI go outside
My mouth is full, your heart is an appleMy mouth is full, your heart is an applePomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme
Please don't even callI can't hear you at all