Well it must be fate, I broke the Coffeemate, Now I'm chewing on the grounds.
Did you miss the waif with the mystery-chafe? Life's beauties can't be bound.
On the mountaintops all the fountains stop, I think there's something in my eye.
Forget the bucket brigade, call in an air raid, For these polysaccharides.
Oh the weathervane is rather vane, turning any which way it pleases,
Then without a thought, ready or not, Blows away with slightest of breezes.

I've made this mess.
Or has this mess made me?
Trying my best not to get the best of me.
I need to rest.
And find the rest of me.
Gesticulating in jest like the bees...
Just like the bees...
Just like the bees

And I'm killing time...This time it's killing me.
It happens all the time...
Brewing cups of toxicity...Talk sick to me

Oh that windowsill I think of still carrying the gentle summer breeze,
But the devastation of a foreign nation was whispering in the trees.
Oh those tattered sleeves and old pressed leaves that we pressed between the pages,
When you don't know what's left, is this identity theft?
Those leaves unlock our cages

Bupbupbupbupbupbupbupbupbup

I've made this mess.
Or has this mess made me?
Trying my best not to get the best of me.
I need to rest.
And find the rest of me.
Gesticulating in jest like the bees...
Just like the bees...
Just like the bees

And I'm killing time...This time it's killing me.
It happens all the time...
Brewing cups of toxicity...Talk sick to me

I swore I'd never write a love song.
I swore I'd never write another love song.
I guess I swear, I guess I swear this is the last love song.