Nasonov Pheromone - Aviator

I watch the colony collapse

Anxiously, I admit

Disorder is all we know

And my fear of abandonment

Reassure me please

I need it constantly

A hive too immature

Depletion of workers to hold some stability

It repeats itself (out of order)

We repeat ourselves (out of turn)

It refutes itself (out of context)

And we’re falling out (out of concern)

Make memories now

Don’t wait for the perfect weather

Make memories now

Don’t wait for important days

Make memories when

It’s the little things that haunt us

Make memories when

It’s the little things that stain

When we speak ourselves in circles

We lose ourselves in the cloud