Keeping Bees

I can I can I can feel them crawling on my skin

this could mean a war is building

and you have to cheat to win

I can I can I can see your will is caving in

this could mean a mercy killing

but I’m bound to feel the sting

the truth about keeping bees

oh the flower is bound to find you

the power flows back and forth through

the unintentional crimes

the truth about keeping bees

oh you’re gonna get stung sometimes

honey try not to get hung up on

the unintentional crimes

you can you can you can smell the coming days of spring

when the apple turns vermillion

you know it’s nothing but a fling

but it tasted tasted tasted sweeter than it’s ever been

this could be the one in a million

with the tiniest of wings