I stared at the ceiling to regain some feeling
The days mixed with let downs [bad word] downs and put downs
There's words and their feelings but none of them sit well
You say that you're happy when no one believes you
So I just take my time
We're treading deep water and can't seem [bad word] by any place
Where we can force ourselves to know
Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow
So now I hope [bad word] to my side
wish can't just choose to fall down by the wayside

There's bees in the attic
Acidic with panic
Bees in the attic
Acidic with panic

There's pills straws and bottles for all our [bad word] feelings
They mixed well in person but sting when they're leaving
So I will make up my mind
We're treading deep water and can't seem [bad word] by any place
Where we can force ourselves to grow
Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow
So now I hope [bad word] to my side
We've threaded the needle and can't find a way out

There's bees in the attic
Acidic with panic
Bees in the attic
Acidic with panic