Hives

Open your eyes and your head is a hive
A million wilting bees
Now start your day out by slipping away
It’s good to have routine
Now you’re fixed, and now you’re broke
Now you pick your poison oak
It’s hard to get by
it’s hard to get by…
With hives
My little blister-licker,
Things might be good again
Maybe call your sister
and have her take you in