Honey Bee

I'm a ho-ney-bee, brea-king your heart, broke mine e-nough to kill me. I let you feel my sting be-fore my last bit-ter-sweet mo-ments of fly-ing. I thought I heard you say some-thing a-bout be-ing un-de-ser-ving, but this time not of a Love so great, but of a pain in-flic-ted so self-ish-ly. I think that you de-serve some form of a-po-lo-gy So here I am, and here it i-s. I'm sor-ry. oh-oh-oh. oh-oh-oh. You were the ba-lloon that drif-ted from the flock in-to my win-dow. But you slipped right through my fin-gers that grew too ti-re-some to hold you. I watched you float a-way, watched as it turned in-to des-perate lon-ging. This time not for some dras-tic change, but for the string that was made to be held by me. I think that you de-serve some form of a-po-lo-gy. So here I am, once a-ga-in, I'm sor-ry. oh-oh-oh. oh-oh-oh. I don't e-ven want you back No, I would ne-ver want to risk some-thing like that. 'Cause I lost faith in my-self, when I turned a-way from the one with the lon-gest stretch of em-bra-cing arms to hold hold hold m-e. So now I'm all a-lone. I guess God grew too ti-red to fix the mis-takes he made with Love. I think his big-gest mis-take was ma-king me. I think that you de-serve some form of a-po-lo-gy. So here I am, at the e-nd, I'm sor-ry. oh-oh-oh. oh-oh-oh.