[Verse 1]
Holding on to used-to-be's, yesterday's bad habits
Your magic was a mystery, pulling hats from rabbits
A ten ton bag of tricks no lighter than a feather
Still stinging like a bee, the things that I remember

[Chorus]
I pick 'em all like cherry bombs
Sweetness I can't refuse
Cavities in my wisdom teeth
Fruit hangs low as the dew in the mornin'
Into the wind I spit
And I'll call it a chance of rain
Well, the older I get
The harder you are to blame
The harder you are to blame

[Verse 2]
I'm letting go of love-me-nots, telling so tragic
Guilt with a timе release, pеrhaps a form traumatic
Molded by a memory forever rendered
Letters written lazily, return to sender

[Chorus]
I pick 'em all like cherry bombs
Sweetness I can't refuse
Cavities in my wisdom teeth
Fruit hangs low as the dew in the mornin'
Into the wind I spit
And I'll call it a chance of rain
Well, the older I get
The harder you are to blame
The harder you are to blame
The harder you are to blame