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 not lighter than a feather Still stinging like a bee, the things that I remember 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 morning Into the wind I spit 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 ♪ I'm letting go of love me not, telling so tragic Guilt with a timе release, perhaps a form traumatic Molded by a memory forever rendered Letters, written lazily, return to sender 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 morning Into the wind I spit 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