admit I'm full of shit how I know I love you That's how I know I trust you, You're sure if there's a right or wrong But it feels like there is when I treat like this I go
Texas, I won't come home Not even you call I can't hear you at all I can't explain it's a 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 is full, heart is an apple Pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme