Letra de Apple of My Irony
Weeds, the apple of my irony In time you open up your wounds So you've got something to cauterize weedsI'm growing lines around my eyes They're called smile lines Is that how I got mine?We can grow out of our shoes There's no time so there's no time To lose on this fireball we're riding on, we're firing onWeeds, so many bars and resting haunts So many here so many gone If walls could talk they'd sayWe can grow out of our shoes There's no time, so there's no time To lose on this fireball we're riding on