And with her eyes

Walls are tired
of holding the same old ceilings.
Words have found
their way to stay in and they don't let out feelings.

It's written badly
but verses say she's mad and creepy
and the rest of things we kind of know.

They say there'll never be
a girl like her again,
with her socks up to her knees
and her obsession about bees.

And with her eyes
that she uses to touch
everything,
everything she looks at.

Cups are tired
of being filled with the same coffee.
And the floor can't stand that
people stepping on won't even say sorry.

They say there'll never be
a girl like her again,
with her socks up to her knees
and her obsession about bees.

And with her eyes
that she uses to touch
everything,
everything she looks at.

Don't stay longer-
Don't stay longer-
Don't stay longer-
Don't stay-

Don't stay longer
staring at her eyes.