Walls are tired, of holding the same old ceilings

Words have found their way to stay in

And they don't let out feelings

It's written badly but verses say shes mad and creepy

And the rest of things we kind of know.

They say there'll never be a girl like her again

With her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees.

And with her eyes that she uses to touch

Everything, everything she looks at.

Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee.

The floor can't stand that people stepping on won't even say sorry.

They say there'll never be a girl like her again

With her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees.

And with her eyes that she uses to touch

Everything, everything she looks at.

Don't stay longer staring at her eyes.