Like the doctors We wanted to fix your heart Well my baby and I dance in my kitchen My baby is like a doctor She cures me when I'm sick
Well... And you all are all the little doctors And I'm a doctor We're the same We're the same
It's not our fault we're to blame It's our songs It's your job It's the place where we're from
Some will notice some wont Some care but most don't We know how it goes But we defiantly don't.
Yeah, and its true We're shallow and scared but its cool And I know that it's cold And its cold all-alone in our houses When our houses are houses not homes
Ask your parents your friends your siblings yourself Why we wait so damn long to ask for some help My sister Samantha reads books in her room
While I keep my door is locked when I'm writing for you Like my best friends You can tell I haven't been myself Myself is you as a writer and other writers
Like a writer you second guess Every time you guess [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/apple-apples-lyrics-trophy-scars.html ] We keep guessing till our little heart stops Then it stops
And it's in the people you see at work everyday It's in the people in the streets Or in homes everyday
It's in my girlfriend on the phone in her bed at night It's in your boyfriend in the halls at your school Am I right?
And if we're lucky to have met them and have something to share We get so wrapped up in timing Location and what's fair
You love it or you hate it And it's somewhat the same You're living and dying like everything Everyday
We got problems Yeah we got cancer We lose our girlfriends Our mothers our brothers
Then we gain some friends and we love them for them And we'll be great parents great uncles, cousins Our hearts are little clocks screaming "TICK tock Tick tock!"
We go tick-tick tick tock Yeah we all tick tock tick tock An Apple is an apple And an apple is the same And an apple a day keeps these nightmares away.