Lyrics:
Verse one:
She takes love, and warps it,
inks you in next to her scribbles.
Names her child for you, and hits him.
I squeeze the memories from my pores,
and she precipitates acid rain.
Chorus:
For she never loved you until she had use for you,
see we’re always waiting for something.
Even a beautiful song anticipates its crescendo.
Was that sky always so dull?
Verse two:
I fear that a soulless house is not a home.
Holidays are gone now, never to return.
Television never stops.
Please don’t let my Bee fly away.
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