Your arrow and my head   an apple which sits on top of my skull   Lets go you, im tired and dead   Small imprints cover my hand   Dont stop, stop thinking about starting to stop, but stop   starting to think about me      Stop trying so hard but ease your fingertips off the string   keep both eyes open and aim for my neck   Just another fruit you've managed to rot into everything   else you've left with a perfect apple on its corpse       Save the laugh left in me   for another shot   at hitting a bullseye you already missed   and missing it once at a time.   let me gather together, im a total mess   find a common ground and always aim from there   until you pierce the skin      What would you do?   would you aim for my chest and pierce my lungs?   with an apple on my head   it tears the pain away   whether I'm crazy or not, I may die today   But tomorow you wont remember my name      dont stare, stop staring at me ill stare at you   until the sun comes up and shines on our faces.    Cant stare, wont squint   the muscles push and the light pours inside the   pupils of our eyes and blinds the thought of you