The birds and the bees Morning electric Afternoon zzzz’s Temptation is the greatest treason I’m trying to do the all the right things for the wrong reasons Because you and me We were epistolary All the poems you wrote me Hollow letters with no ink. You say it was fun I know it was fate This is the last letter I won’t sign it with hate But if I never see you again, It’ll be too soon To get close to my heart You’ll have to rip it from the ******* moon