Apple Salad Songtext
von Shutups

Who′s been calling me with blocked identity?
Asking for a check, never let me breathe
All I ever learned was how to wait my turn
And I woke up dead asleep in a king bed on the street

I hate this overplayed feeling of losing my brain

I'll try to explain, I′ll clean off the apples
Throw the rest down the drain
Me with no self-esteem, I'm forever sorry
Tell your mother it's fine


Hanging out to dry, nothing realized
Block me from the sun, my baby eyes
Sancho found a turd, pictures worth some words
I think I found the dream, but it seems too cool for me

I hate this overplayed feeling of losing my brain

I′ll try to explain, I′ll clean off the apples
Throw the rest down the drain
Me with no self-esteem, I'm forever sorry
Tell your mother it′s fine

Now all of your friends
They think I'm a loser, ′cause my waldorf's been washed clean
But it makes me feel like things might be alright