Apple - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You said I don't mean nothing to you, baby

You said you'd rather see the light of day

I'm sick of doing all the wrong things lately

And I wish you wouldn't look at me that way

And oh, oh

It's difficult for me to stay above you

It's like I met you in some kind of dream

It's difficult for me to say "I love you"

And it's harder than your parents make it seem

And oh, oh

I'd take a box of pictures to your basement

Pictures of your hands and of the sea

I'd hide them on your shelf behind your trophies

You want back when you thought about me

And oh, oh

And I sit here wondering how you make it sound of the things I say

While you're throwing it all away

And I sit here wondering how you make the sound of the things I say

While you're throwing it all away

And oh, oh