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, oh
I can't hear you at all