Trust is an apple

And it’s just above someone’s true love’s head

And if the aim is alright, we might have a good night

But if you’re down on your luck and the bow hand cramps up

Well, that's rough

And judging the blood I threw up, I was drugged

And I could piece it all together to find out who put something in my drink And I could call you up, just to see what you might think

I could call you up, confide in your trust

But I don’t think you really wanna know that much

'Cause the truth can be revealing and is painful as such

I don’t think you really wanna know that much

'Cause the truth is never easy, always painful as fuck, fuck, fuck