Plight of L'abeille

Traced flights of the bumblebee Through canals and crooked streets Off guard, it turned around and stung me Felt sore, gained liberty I got lured by melodies That sirens sang with fingernail beats Relief came, just a fleeting fix Like liquor feels until it stomps and kicks Now I've got a whole lot of new problems That I have added to my mix Love and lust both keep me sane Distracting me from the world's current state No style, I've got holes in my clothes No more grit, a small comfort zone And unsure what I condemn or condone Then one day, like an epiphany A voice appeared so soft and sweet Could you foresee us sharing destinies I don't know, it doesn't cross my mind It feels strange I used to all the time But memories have been ignored and decomposed I thought you and i were confined To days you tried to find yourself And told me that our love was on the highest shelf