The Glory Bees - Luther

Those days I could call barely breathing

Locking doors and we were losing track

Scratch the surface 'til it scratches back

Until we’re cracked up like the ceiling

For all the lips and lungs in this room

I cannot speak or breathe or get through this

I’ll sweetly slip into this bitterness

And I won’t move until I have to

There are things that they will take from you

All you glory bees distract me

I’m sleeping deeper than the Atlantic

The current pulls me and I’m down with it

It’s not okay, it’s shitty acting

There are things that they will take from you

You do?

You don’t?

You may?