"You were a song I couldn’t sing. Caught like a bear by the bees with its hand in the hive, who complains of the pain of the sting, when I’m lucky I got out alive! A life at best left half behind, the taste of the honey still sweet on my tongue and I’d run, lord knows I’ve tried, but there’s no place on Earth I can hide from the wrong I’ve done."
Mewithoutyou
