The Glory Bees

Those days I could call barely breathing
Locking doors and we were losing track
Scratch the surface 'til it scratches back
Until we’re cracked up like the ceiling
For all the lips and lungs in this room
I cannot speak or breathe or get through this
I’ll sweetly slip into this bitterness
And I won’t move until I have to
There are things that they will take from you
All you glory bees distract me
I’m sleeping deeper than the Atlantic
The current pulls me and I’m down with it
It’s not okay, it’s shitty acting
There are things that they will take from you
You do? You don’t? You may?