Apple. Apples.

Like the doctors
 We wanted to fix your heart
 Well my baby and I dance in my kitchen
 My baby is like a doctor
 She cures me when I'm sick
 Well... And you all are all the little doctors
 And I'm a doctor
 We're the same
 We're the same
 It's not our fault we're to blame
 It's our songs
 It's your job
 It's the place where we're from
 Some will notice some wont
 Some care but most don't
 We know how it goes
 But we defiantly don't.
 Yeah, and its true
 We're shallow and scared but its cool
 And I know that it's cold
 And its cold all-alone in our houses
 When our houses are houses not homes
 Ask your parents your friends your siblings yourself
 Why we wait so damn long to ask for some help
 My sister Samantha reads books in her room
 While I keep my door is locked when I'm writing for you
 Like my best friends
 You can tell I haven't been myself
 Myself is you as a writer and other writers
 Like a writer you second guess
 Every time you guess
 We keep guessing till our little heart stops
 Then it stops
 And it's in the people you see at work everyday
 It's in the people in the streets
 Or in homes everyday
 It's in my girlfriend on the phone in her bed at night
 It's in your boyfriend in the halls at your school
 Am I right?
 And if we're lucky to have met them and have something to share
 We get so wrapped up in timing
 Location and what's fair
 You love it or you hate it
 And it's somewhat the same
 You're living and dying like everything
 Everyday
 We got problems
 Yeah we got cancer
 We lose our girlfriends
 Our mothers our brothers
 Then we gain some friends and we love them for them
 And we'll be great parents great uncles, cousins
 Our hearts are little clocks screaming "TICK tock
 Tick tock!"
 We go tick-tick tick tock
 Yeah we all tick tock tick tock
 An Apple is an apple
 And an apple is the same
 And an apple a day keeps these nightmares away.