I know we don't see eye to eye, that don't stop the fact you're the apple of mine
Let's sit here, waste away the time, but I won't call you mine
Lips like cherries, they're kerosene, too bitter to taste, we're not ready
Pricked my finger the blood was candy. You're sour first and then you're
Who do you think you are
I'll try to apologize
There's a hint of green that's in your eyes
It makes it hard for some peace of mind
Both you and I know baby it's not worth it this time
I'll bite my tongue for something ripe, it's overrated and it's over-disguised
"Tu es la pomme de mes yeux", you sigh, God! Mediocrity is my tуре
Don't know where I should draw the line, I'm a fiend for the in-between
I'll call you my Persephone, it's dark and cold and then it's spring
Who do you think you are
I'll try to apologize
There's a hint of green that's in your eyes
It makes it hard for some peace of mind
Both you and I know baby it's not worth it this time
