The Bees

My blessed son, you…
You’ve got a lot to learn
So I’m your best friend
You love me, and
Well I’ll tell you something:
«we're on the road to messy.»
Now the bees behind my eyes sing «beware,»
But my bee-stung tongue wants in there
Beware, beware, beware of me
If your heart is not on my side
If your heart is not on my side
If your heart is not on my side
You’re not on my side anymore
I steal a piece of your diary
I don’t think that looks like me
Am I so cold, now that I’m older?
I tell you stories
That doesn’t mean you know me
Now the bees behind my eyes sing, «beware,»
But my bee-stung tongue wants in there
So come at me with mouth open wide
And i, like a jerk, I crawl inside
Beware, beware, beware of me
If your heart is not on my side
If your heart is not on my side
If your heart is not on my side, you’re not on my side anymore