Silversun Pickups 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 red with light
I've never felt anything like
The cold of these empty spaces
Fuck the models
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 red with light
I've 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 just 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 just for a little bit?
