wrap your arms around me softly and i'll learn to fall slowly, dropping
from heights too far to comprehend
is this the beginning or is it really the end
listen to the beating wings of the bee: he's singing
people are running 'cause they're 'fraid of the stinging
i hold out my arm and pray that it hurts
life will only get better after it gets worse

"please don't save me anymore,"
i'm screaming as i fall to the floor