They told me the sweetest sins wear sugar like a disguise... well friend, mine's in a Mason jar. Apple pie in a Mason jar Sweeter than she ever was Slow burn when the pour is done (ohhh) slow burn when the pour is done Goes down easy as a Sunday hymn Lies to me like a long lost friend Cinnamon bite on the back of the breath Warm in the chest where the cold had been (mmm) Every bad year I swore I'd forget Comes back smiling in this jar tonight Apple pie in a Mason jar Sweeter than she ever was Slow burn when the pour is done (ohhh) slow burn when the pour is done Cinnamon kiss, honey fire Tells me lies I don't deny (mhm) slow burn when the pour is done Ain't the drink, it's what the drink forgives Ain't the proof, it's how the proof feels Second pour and the clock starts to drag Third pour and the whole room leans (yeah) They call it moonshine 'cause the sun can't see What a man forgives at the bottom of a jar (ohhh) What a man remembers, what he lets go (yeah) What a man confesses to the porch light alone (woah) Apple pie in a Mason jar Sweeter than she ever was Slow burn when the pour is done (ohhh) slow burn when the pour is done Cinnamon kiss, honey fire Tells me lies I don't deny (mhm) slow burn when the pour is done Slow burn... (slow burn) Slow burn...
