When she touches me

It's like a rodent sifting through garbage

But it's better than just rotting away

The dead honeybees suckle withered flowers

'Cause they don't know what else to do

When she kisses me her lips are like chalk

Beneath empty socket eyes

Compassion takes too much effort I suppose

The dead honeybees suckle withered flowers

'Cause they don't know what else to do