The only person you can't impress is yourself
It's a lonely sad existence
People talk you up and seem to admire
But no one really knows who you are
Take it on the apple
Perhaps this artsy life is a selfish endeavor
It burns long like an American Spirit cigarette
Take it on the apple
And who can I turn to when I get this way?
You're stuck in your feelings too
And maybe the answers were inside myself all along
Not with you
Take it on the apple
It's in the mothers in the distance
It's in the water in your system
It's not an ordinary mystery
It's a pretentious first world problem
Take it on the apple
And who can I turn to when I get this way?
You're stuck in your feelings too
And maybe the answers were inside my self all along
Not with you
