I'm tired of this honeycomb
8 layers of ferns and pollen
I cannot keep these stings from getting in
My lungs are full of honey
As long as the nights are silent,
And the days are sunny
I will always be your worker bee
Through the octagonal valley
We never flew
And we never existed
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
I'm tired of this honeycomb
8 layers of ferns and pollen
I cannot keep these stings from getting in
My lungs are full of honey
As long as the nights are silent,
And the days are sunny
I will always be your worker bee
Through the octagonal valley
We never flew
And we never existed