Apple Boutique

I said where you going
With that halo stuck around your golden head
You said what’s the point in talking
Everything has already been said
I don’t know why
You said seasons change I hope I never will
You said why you carrying that mirror
Always looking at yourself
I said while you’re up there
Can you get me that old book down from the shelf
I don’t know why
You said what’s the point in talking to yourself
All the time