Like the doctors
We wanted to fix your heart
Well my baby and I dance in my kitchen
My baby is like a doctor
She cures me when IÂ'm sick

Well... And you all are all the little doctors
And IÂ'm a doctor
WeÂ're the same
WeÂ're the same

ItÂ's not our fault weÂ're to blame
ItÂ's our songs
ItÂ's your job
ItÂ's the place where weÂ're from

Some will notice some wont
Some care but most donÂ't
We know how it goes
But we defiantly donÂ't.

Yeah, and its true
WeÂ're shallow and scared but its cool
And I know that itÂ's cold
And its cold all-alone in our houses
When our houses are houses not homes

Ask your parents your friends your siblings yourself
Why we wait so damn long to ask for some help
My sister Samantha reads books in her room

While I keep my door is locked when IÂ'm writing for you
Like my best friends
You can tell I havenÂ't been myself
Myself is you as a writer and other writers

Like a writer you second guess
Every time you guess
We keep guessing till our little heart stops
Then it stops

And itÂ's in the people you see at work everyday
ItÂ's in the people in the streets
Or in homes everyday

ItÂ's in my girlfriend on the phone in her bed at night
ItÂ's in your boyfriend in the halls at your school
Am I right?

And if weÂ're lucky to have met them and have something to share
We get so wrapped up in timing
Location and whatÂ's fair

You love it or you hate it
And itÂ's somewhat the same
YouÂ're living and dying like everything
Everyday

We got problems
Yeah we got cancer
We lose our girlfriends
Our mothers our brothers

Then we gain some friends and we love them for them
And weÂ'll be great parents great uncles, cousins
Our hearts are little clocks screaming “TICK tock
Tick tock!”

We go tick-tick tick tock
Yeah we all tick tock tick tock
An Apple is an apple
And an apple is the same
And an apple a day keeps these nightmares away.