I've got the rotten apple core feeling<br />
Dying like a living ghost<br />
Now I'm lying on the ground<br />
Not making a sound<br />
Thinking I love you the most<br />
<br />
And I hope our candles flicker and die<br />
So, that, our hearts don't burn to the ground<br />
Down, down just like Randy's house<br />
<br />
When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun<br />
I became a setting sun<br />
Now you're heading west bound while I'm lying on the ground<br />
Thinking that you were the one<br />
<br />
And I hope our candles flicker and die<br />
So, that, our hearts don't burn to the ground<br />
Down, down just like Randy's house