A Good Thing

You say this apple is medicine Go on and swallow it It’s harder to digest When the poison lies in your stomach Oh my god it hurts Just the thought of you with him His hand makes its way up your skirt Your fingers clenched tight to his shirt Now suddenly this tragedy And every little thing That you said to me Is breaking me down until I’m nothing All this rests on your shoulders I’ll tell you everything when you get older You should have took your time just to think things over Stop My allegations right You were with him all night While I am abandoned here by our affiance Wait, I don’t want to know How’d you get those wrinkled clothes? Your makeup is running And you reek of him and his cologne And suddenly this tragedy And every little thing That you said to me Is breaking me down until I’m nothing All this rests on your shoulders I’ll tell you everything when you get older You should have took your time to think things over Nobody wants too much of a good thing All this rests on your shoulders I’ll tell you everything when you get older You should have took your time to think things over And now it’s time for all of this to come crashing down Into the ground where we’ll be buried And I will find you my hummingbird As I call your name fall towards my arms We’ll cross over the vale