you'll hand me a basket of fruits subliminally channeling to say its alright
but you'll never understand that were like the oceans on the opposite sides
tugging on the same boat, ending up swallowing it whole
chests filled with maps, believing its pointing to treasure
but my dream was that doodle on the paper
so you rip the house apart with your loud roar
as the echo bounces of the wall hitting the wood tiles floor
your back faces towards me as you walk down to pluck the apple from the tree
rushing back upstairs with a basket of fruits saying im sorry
