I'll admit I'm full of shit That's how I know I love you how I know I trust You're not sure if there's a right or wrong But it feels like there is when treat you like this I outside
Texas, I won't come home Not even if you call I can't hear you at I can't explain why it's sin, the state I'm living in I just so tired I go outside
My mouth is full, your heart is an apple My mouth full, your heart is an apple Pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme