Honeycomb

I moved here in the year in the afterlife of my youth
I found a room in a cell of this honeycomb
And to make myself at home I tried to
Hang your picture on the honey wall
Took a slip and had a honey fall
Bought some bandaids at the honey mall
Now I’m flying again, trying to send a message to you
In the walls of a honeycomb
People breathing and people eating
And it’s sweet and sticky and it’s always crowded
And the buzzing never stops
Unemployment is high, conversation is low
Three hundred and eighty nine years old
I’m thinking about dying here alone
That’s how much I like it inside of the honeycomb
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ring that bell for me
Ooh, ooh, ooh, save a cell for me
Ooh, ooh, ooh, you do well for me
Slow sweet sting, like a honeybee
In the walls of a honeycomb
Lovers loving and preachers preaching
Beggars begging and the rich kids who never had to verb
Unemployment is high
Conversation is low
Three hundred and eighty nine years old
I’m thinking about dying here alone
That’s how much I like it inside of the honeycomb
Over and back
My body picking up slack
Buzzing from flower to flower
Hour to hour
We were swimming in the summer
Sweating under sheets and covers at night
We were spindles under-loving
Dangling naked in the pale moonlight
Honey you move me
How do you move me like honey
How do you move like honey
How do you move?