twist and turn the apple stem and
you'll see what you want to see
you won't hear what you need to hear
the flower petals that you picked
were better left upon those flowers


and the lies you choose to live by
grow more beautiful each time
i see you but you reflect them
like hundred year old silverware
that's never seen a polish or a wash


and oh, i know
you see what you want to see
and lord, it shows
is this really who you want to be?


not all apples are so sweet and
there's a bit of arsenic*
in every apple that you eat and
darling you were once a treat but
now you're nothing but a core and seeds


and now i know
you see what you want to see
and lord, it shows
is this really it?
is this really who you want to be?


*scientific accuracy note: it should be cyanide. whoops