We were beautiful before we knew how ugly we were. Cut your hair, you don't need to be pretty anymore. Dressed in black, we're putting our hearts back in tact, though the pieces will never be what they once were. Now, we're the apple-eaters.
This town seemed so big when we were still so small. Now, it's only the size of the cigarettes outside of the shopping malls, and the words we wrote on the inside of the bathroom stalls: “Don't fuck with us. We've already lost it all.” Now, we're the apple-eaters.