It's getting harder to exist
This summer's proven that to me
My home's collapsing on itself
It's getting harder to breathe
I want bees in the borage
I want tea and some toast
I need all these nagging thoughts to let me go
It's getting darker earlier
And I can see into my soul
I'm wandering around my home
So much to do, so overgrown
I want bees in the borage
I want tea and some toast
I need all these nagging thoughts to let me go
It's getting drawn out in my head
I'm losing way too many days
My mind may not be good right now
But I will continue to live
I want bees in the borage
I want tea and some toast
I need all these nagging thoughts to let me go