I'm sure, I'll beat the odds
You asked me, are you okay?
Are you eating well?
How's life?
I'm appalled
Save your goodwill, when you lie
I can tell

Hannah Montana! Come to Jackson.
I've always loved you simply and purely
As the little Bee gaze at you with utter adoration
I was certain I could keep you despite the complications
But somethings are further than distance
So I sold my soul and gave up on persistence

When the Bees meet, they make honey
We're happy with no money
I'm sure family is meant to be together
Afraid I'll lose direction and focus on life's comforts
I loved and lost, I was bold
But my heart grew so tired, then bitter and cold
I locked it away in anticipation of the Bee's glow

Dissonant voices roar
My hymns of passion they tainted and stole
Through memories of pretty child hood songs
I'll find my way to the Bee's honeycomb