I stared at the ceiling to regain some feeling   The days mixed with let downs and come downs and put downs   There's words and their feelings but none of them sit well   You say that you're happy when no one believes you    So I just take my time   We're treading deep water and can't seem to come by any place   Where we can force ourselves to know   Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow   So now I hope you'll rush to my side   A wish can't just choose to fall down by the wayside      There's bees in the attic   Acidic with panic   Bees in the attic   Acidic with panic      There's pills straws and bottles for all our bruised feelings   They mixed well in person but sting when they're leaving    So I will make up my mind   We're treading deep water and can't seem to come by any place   Where we can force ourselves to grow   Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow   So now I hope you'll rush to my side   We've threaded the needle and can't find a way out      There's bees in the attic   Acidic with panic   Bees in the attic   Acidic with panic