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