Rotten Apple - The Black Seeds

Can’t put it down.

Can’t pick it up

Can’t put it down no

Can’t pick it up.

Can’t can’t can’t can’t can’t pick it up

But that day is coming

Get to the point that sticks, in your side

But that day is coming

Get to the point that sticks, in your side

But that day is coming

A change is coming, turning of the page

Letting go of all frustration and what is selfish gain

Won’t be afraid and we can get fooled

By insecure thoughts trying to take over and trying to rule

No one to blame, and no excuses

So easy to paint a picture and feel that we can’t undo

What we think we are from what we’re told

Healing of the soul reshape the path to walk into your arms

And I will embrace now and I will be true

Ain’t letting this pain compromise the love that I have for you

Can’t put it down no.

Can’t pick it up

Can’t put it down.

Can’t pick it up

Can’t can’t can’t can’t can’t pick it up

But that day is coming

Get to the point that sticks, in your side

But that day is coming

Get to the point that sticks, in your side

But that day is coming

Get to the point that sticks, in your side

But that day is coming