the bees beating their star-littered wings
there where I want you to be.
Pain, sickly and partial to rain,
I'm coming to find you and then
breaking your heart with a grin.
Stay, who'll explain this?
I'm bled and left under
umbrellas of laughter.
Someday you'll be famous,
but never forget --
it isn't someday yet.
Stay there where I want you.
Now the world is nothing to see,
now and forever they want you to be
aching to believe.