Bees hover from flower to flower. They don't find one that's the most beautiful and stick with it just because why not. "They" are saying it aloud, something's gonna end it one day, what's the point. Love is made up. It's so sad when you secretly hope that it's there. Maybe. Best song there is.
Bees hover from flower to flower. They don't find one that's the most beautiful and stick with it just because why not. "They" are saying it aloud, something's gonna end it one day, what's the point. Love is made up. It's so sad when you secretly hope that it's there. Maybe. Best song there is.