you don't have to come
over, baby
it's already late
watching you sew
every needle you push into this
pincushion is pushin'
into my heart
and it hurts like a hundred bees
stinging at once
still i see a sweet honey bee
behind the sting of the silence
between you and me
it seems freezing
and the window's closed
and my sweater's on
i feel like i gotta get gone,