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, my heart is an apple

Pomme, pomme, pomme, pomme

Pomme, pomme, pomme, pomme

Please don't even call

Can't hear you at all