Nasonov Pheromone

I watch the colony collapse
Anxiously, I admit
Disorder is all we know
And my fear of abandonment
Reassure me please
I need it constantly
A hive too immature
Depletion of workers to hold some stability
It repeats itself (out of order)
We repeat ourselves (out of turn)
It refutes itself (out of context)
And we’re falling out (out of concern)
Make memories now
Don’t wait for the perfect weather
Make memories now
Don’t wait for important days
Make memories when
It’s the little things that haunt us
Make memories when
It’s the little things that stain
When we speak ourselves in circles
We lose ourselves in the cloud