She’s the apple of my eye
And that’s why
She’s fermenting in front of my eyes
Now it’s going to my head
I couldn’t put needle to thread
To sew my lips sealed shut
And there is no gravity for broken hearts
They never really land
Because there was never any start
It just goes down and down and down
and down
And down
and
down
and
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