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
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
I go outside

My mouth is full
Your heart is an apple
Your mouth is full
My heart is an apple

Pomme-pomme, pomme-pomme-pomme
Pomme-pomme, pomme-pomme-pomme
Pomme-pomme, pomme-pomme-pomme
Pomme-pomme, pomme-pomme-pomme

Please don't even call
Can't hear you at all



Credits
Writer(s): Win Butler, Regine Chassagne
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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