You say this apple is medicineGo on and swallow itItâs harder to digestWhen the poison lies in your stomachOh my god it hurtsJust the thought of you with himHis hand makes its way up your skirtYour fingers clenched tight to his shirtNow suddenly this tragedyAnd every little thingThat you said to meIs breaking me down until iâm nothingAll this rests on your shouldersIâll tell you everything when you get olderYou should have took your time just to think things overStopMy allegations rightYou were with him all nightWhile i am abandoned here by our affianceWait, i donât want to knowHowâd you get those wrinkled clothes?Your makeup is runningAnd you reek of him and his cologneAnd suddenly this tragedyAnd every little thingThat you said to meIs breaking me down until iâm nothingAll this rests on your shouldersIâll tell you everything when you get olderYou should have took your time to think things overNobody wants too much of a good thingAll this rests on your shouldersIâll tell you everything when you get olderYou should have took your time to think things overAnd now itâs time for all of this to come crashing downInto the ground where weâll be buriedAnd i will find you my hummingbirdAs i call your name fall towards my armsWeâll cross over the vale