deep inside my eye, there is part of you

You still look the same, except your grown up now

so much time has passed since i saw you last



an apple pie, the number pi

i studied you in math class

i did all my work but never got your digits



take a number like 5, times 10, times 10 again

500 miles of apple orchards to defend



deep inside my core, there is part of you

you still look the same, except your upside down

why are you still in my eye?

will your memory ever die?



an apple tree, a family tree

we'll plant ours together

the roots will hold forever and forever



what can i say? i won't delay, i'm leaving today

500 miles of apple orchards in my way



a macintosh, a macintosh

you messaged me all winter

i'd wrote replies and still feel like a loser



pack an apple to eat, go hit the street, get on your feet

500 miles of apple orchards 'til we meet



so i'm taking a stand

with apple in hand

i pull up my sleeve

it's time that i make like an apple tree and leave