Apple. Apples.

Like the doctors

We wanted to fix your heart

Well my baby and I dance in my kitchen

My baby is like a doctor

She cures me when I’m sick

Well... And you all are all the little doctors

And I’m a doctor

We’re the same

We’re the same

It’s not our fault we’re to blame

It’s our songs

It’s your job

It’s the place where we’re from

Some will notice some wont

Some care but most don’t

We know how it goes

But we defiantly don’t.

Yeah, and its true

We’re shallow and scared but its cool

And I know that it’s cold

And its cold all-alone in our houses

When our houses are houses not homes

Ask your parents your friends your siblings yourself

Why we wait so damn long to ask for some help

My sister Samantha reads books in her room

While I keep my door is locked when I’m writing for you

Like my best friends

You can tell I haven’t been myself

Myself is you as a writer and other writers

Like a writer you second guess

Every time you guess

We keep guessing till our little heart stops

Then it stops

And it’s in the people you see at work everyday

It’s in the people in the streets

Or in homes everyday

It’s in my girlfriend on the phone in her bed at night

It’s in your boyfriend in the halls at your school

Am I right?

And if we’re lucky to have met them and have something to share

We get so wrapped up in timing

Location and what’s fair

You love it or you hate it

And it’s somewhat the same

You’re living and dying like everything

Everyday

We got problems

Yeah we got cancer

We lose our girlfriends

Our mothers our brothers

Then we gain some friends and we love them for them

And we’ll be great parents great uncles, cousins

Our hearts are little clocks screaming “TICK tock

Tick tock!”

We go tick-tick tick tock

Yeah we all tick tock tick tock

An Apple is an apple

And an apple is the same

And an apple a day keeps these nightmares away.