You slip in right on the cover of all my distractions 
you and me in a picture of an apple tree
the kind you hate but still you ate
Just to get away

From your good life
it seemed to be the type that nobody really liked
but you saw something inside her that nobody ever saw
and now you've got me scared

Cause if I were scattered round
way below the ground, would I make a sound?
and would you still laugh at every joke I told?

You see me smoking my left handed cigarettes
they make me stay inside a place that i'll never get away
the lights are off but your hands are soft
and that's what I like

To hear her say, she seemed to be having one hell of a day
digging in the weeds she'll find whatever she needs
to make herself a better life

Cause if you were battered down 
I'd raise you from the ground and take you into town 
but would you still glow like you did today?