Texty: Arcade Fire. Arcade Fire. 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

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

My mouth is full, your heart is an apple
My mouth is full, my heart is an apple
Pomme, pomme, pomme, pomme
Pomme, pomme, pomme, pomme

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