Iâll admit Iâm full of shitThatâs how I know I love youThatâs how I know I trust you,Youâre not sure if thereâs a right or wrongBut it feels like there is when I treat you like thisI go outsideTexas, I wonât come homeNot even if you callI canât hear you at allI canât explain why itâs a sin the state Iâm living inI just feel so tiredI go outsideMy mouth is full, your heart is an appleMy mouth is full, your heart is an applePomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pomme-pommePlease donât even callI canât hear you at all.