The bees are dying out these days
will you go too?
You never told me how to live
I won't tell you how to die.
I keep putting meaning to the same words
maybe they've done all they can
like me laying awake at night
I forgive us.
I dreamt that during a hurricane
you looked for a cave, like a normal person
but I went looking for my history teacher
in the eye.
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