I feel an anxiety
Over the ticking clocks that I know
Tomorrow will bring
Baby told me his sister said
Papa don't wanna even meet me unless Imma vote
And I was thinkin' out on my run
Its hard to catch many flies with moss.

I get real tired of smiling and taking hits
I've gotten to this place where I don't got the patient for it
No more
So I elect to do what I really would rather do instead
Honey bear, he wants me back in his home and bed again
I know we got our own places and spaces
I lingered in your room for a second after we got home
And opened your closet to see if a dead body hid
Between your expensive shirts
And soft pastel colored cotton.

I found no dead body.

Perfect excuse to miss the fueled fire of a miss
Who probably needs to let her cruel walls fall down
Like humpty dumpty who fell and cracked
In bits and pieces
And my motto now
Is grow with me or go.

I don't owe you nothin' girls.

But I do know
You'll catch more insects
Of every kind
With honey.