Apple

I've never wanted to give someone the most beautiful piano I've never wanted to give someone the most beautiful piano Spend all my money on you Spend all my money on you Spend all my money on you Spend all my money on you I hear you play, late on a Monday Late on a Monday As un-straight as the line I carve through my body When trying to center myself The center line, third eye, to the pelvic floor line Has my heart ever felt this full line? As un-straight as the line I carve through my body When trying to center myself The center line, third eye, to the pelvic floor line Has my heart ever felt this full line? Late on a Monday Late on a Monday Late on a Monday Spend all my money on you, baby My apple My apple My apple Late on a Monday Late on a Monday Only when looking up to my Mother Before I knew words to describe pain My humming along, notes to describe loss No longer relevant, in this moment is not relevant To feel tenderness in its entirety in silence across the room Staring at you, my apple Staring at you, my apple Spend all my money on you Staring at you, my apple Staring at you, my apple Staring at you, my apple Staring at you, my apple Staring at you, my apple