I've got the rotten apple core feeling
Dying like a living ghost
Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound
Thinking I love you the most

And I hope our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
Down, down, just like Randy's house

When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun
I became a setting sun
Now you're heading west bound while I'm lying on the ground
Thinking you were the one

And I hope our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
Down, down, just like Randy's house