a breakup.
being in love in easier, but like all endings, it starts with
a tiny little bee-thing whose pollen just won't take. and
the dust in your eyes is for honeycombs or cups of earl
grey, not for the niagara of all this method acting. when
staying means stories about the little swish inside of you
that never really swooshed, just walk away. why can't
you set your clock right, just a tug on the hands? is it
better feeling yesterday, or tomorrow maybe? whatever
day means the day i'm not with you. you haven't said
it, not yet and not to you - to me - you never could. your
slacks are bunching, but your gut is slipping to the floor.
get out of here, I will always love you, get out of here. i
forgive you, little bee-thing, but I can't be in the middle
of a beginning without a blessing from the petals.
a tiny little bee-thing whose pollen just won't take. and
the dust in your eyes is for honeycombs or cups of earl
grey, not for the niagara of all this method acting. when
staying means stories about the little swish inside of you
that never really swooshed, just walk away. why can't
you set your clock right, just a tug on the hands? is it
better feeling yesterday, or tomorrow maybe? whatever
day means the day i'm not with you. you haven't said
it, not yet and not to you - to me - you never could. your
slacks are bunching, but your gut is slipping to the floor.
get out of here, I will always love you, get out of here. i
forgive you, little bee-thing, but I can't be in the middle
of a beginning without a blessing from the petals.