Apple — текст песни (Out Crowd, The)

Skin
Cringe
Touch
Fuck
Love
Lust
Tongue
Trust

You sell your innocence for the sweetest taste
The taste of growing up
Gave him your innocence to settle in
Settle in his in-crowd

Regret
Bleeding
Hurting
Needing
Laughing at you
At what you`d do
Doing anything
To be anything

I hate to see you throw away your chances
Falling for their tricks
You want them to respect/protect from the world
So you suck dick
I can`t believe the apple fell so far away
Beyond the trees
Why can`t you see I want you for you?
Not because you`re on your knees