Busy Bees

I heart metal

I heart wine

More so when they're combined

The wood that scares me

Saved my life

Lesson learned after twice

The trees are blinking bright

I shake in the rhythmic light

I never felt anything like

The cold of these empty spaces

Fog from bottles

End of light

Don't start making gears grind

The back road findings

Could change my mind

Busy bees don't really fly

If I could just slow down

And scribble on missing pages

Who would I write it for

And who would write it for me

For me, for me now

Some people wait just for a little bit

Why can't I wait just for a little bit

The trees are blinking bright

I shake in the rhythmic light

I never felt anything like

The cold of these empty spaces

If I could just slow down

And scribble on missing pages

Who would I write it for

And who would write it for me

For me, for me now

Some people wait just for a little bit

Why can't I wait for a little bit

Some people wait just for a little bit

Some people wait just for a little bit

Some people wait just for a little bit

Why can't I wait for a little bit