Apple A Day

I fell asleep inside a big black seashell

When I woke up I was inside of you

You smell just like a piece of pumpkin pie in the middle of June

Still finding broken glass atop my carpet

Tickle my toes until it cuts the skin

You're shaking like a black flame flickering in the wind

Wide awake when you sleep, and the silence is so deafening

And my mind's on repeat, when the night starts surrounding

Hit the deck, kill the lights, see the dawn Lord willing and the creek don't rise

Cheap kicks on the side, before the night starts surrounding

Before the night starts surrounding