Cored Out Apple by The High Strung 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