The Worm in Every Apple

Seems like every bird I see sings her siren song for me Though there's music sounding sweetly in my home And I admit I get confused by each arbitrary muse But every dog is duty bound to chase his bone Seems like everywhere I look there's another scheming crook In a posture I know closely as my own And I'm trying to address it, but I'm good at making messes So snap the bracelets, I'm confessing, cut my throat And I thought it'd quiet down by now Yeah, I thought it'd all just straighten out But I can see i was mistaken Nothing settles Nothing's sacred Just the whole truth sitting sour in my mouth And I thought it'd quiet down, you know Yeah, I thought it'd all just sorta slow But passivity is reckless When it's true love you're protecting You're the worm in every apple, laying low Seems like every bird I see sings her siren song for me