I call and I text, I hope and I pray, Because there’s no one left, no one here to stay. You’re busy with friends and I’m done saying please I knew it was coming, the sound of the bees
You’ve climbed so high while I’m below And you start to hear the bees temptation in the echo I sit here and write, while you sit and laugh, Stuck thinking of times when my heart wasn’t half.
I still remember when honey wasn’t scarce, When I wasn’t left alone, caught in despair. When others stripped ur pollen, and the garden bare I had other flowers with plenty to share.
Flowers so elegant so white and crisp It only lasted a while- a while of bliss No And though honey is sweet and bees are brave They sting when scared, leaving them in the grave But when desperation meets temptation ur left with our expiration So now you’re up there with bees fitting in seamlessly
And so should I because flowers are overrated Let my heart feel- no longer sedated
And though you were my only flower, I’m not gonna cower I don’t call or text nor hope or pray there’s no one left, no one here to stay.