Walls are tired, of holding the same old ceilings 
words have found their way to stay in 
& they dont let out feelings 

Its written badly but verses say shes mad & creepy 
& the rest of things we kind of know. 
They say therell never be a girl like her again 
with her socks up to her knees & her obsession bout bees. 

And with her eyes that she uses to touch 
Everything, everything she looks at. 

Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee. 
The floor cant stand that people stepping on wont even say sorry. 
They say therell never be a girl like her again 
with her socks up to her knees & her obsession bout bees. 

And with her eyes that she uses to touch 
everything, everything she looks at. 

Dont stay longer staring at her eyes.