Lyrics

Thinking about the empty spaces in my head Wondering if I laid down in a tomb or just my bed Either way I'll be okay I'm beginning to look at the world A whole different way Out a cored-out apple Sneaking around the spider web innate weaving of my nerves If I could, like a doorknob, I'd let everybody take a turn 'Round my mind Don't wanna ride I'm beginning to look at the world With a whole different view Through a cored-out apple Thinking about the empty spaces in my head Wondering if I laid down in a tomb or just my bеd Either way I'll be okay I'm beginning to look at thе world A whole different way Out a cored-out apple My, my, my My, my, my My, my, my My, my, my My, my, my My, my, my My, my, my My, my, my