My Heart Is an Apple

I'll admit I'm full of shit

That's how I know I love you

That's how I know I trust you,

You're not sure if there's a right or wrong

But it feels like there is when I treat you like this

I go outside

Texas, I won't come home

Not even if you call

I can't hear you at all

I can't explain why it's a sin the state I'm living in

I just feel so tired

I go outside

My mouth is full, your heart is an apple

My mouth is full, your heart is an apple

Pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme

Please don't even call

I can't hear you at all