Busy Bees

I heart metal I heart wine More so when they're combined The wood that scares me Saved my life Lesson learned after twice The trees are blinking bright I shake in the rhythmic light Never felt anything like The cold of these empty spaces Fog from bottles End of light Don't start making gears grind The back road findings Could change my mind Busy bees don't really fly If I could just slow down And scribble on missing pages Who would I write it for And who would write it for me For me For me now Some people wait just for a little bit Why can't I wait just for a little bit? The trees are blinking bright I shake in the rhythmic light Never felt anything like The cold of these empty spaces If I could just slow down And scribble on missing pages Who would I write it for And who would write it for me For me For me now Some people wait just for a little bit Why can't I wait for a little bit? Some people wait just for a little bit Some people wait just for a little bit Some people wait just for a little bit Why can't I wait for a little bit?