The Apiarist

Nathan, can I sleep on your floor?
You know I don't have any money
Take this, swear I'm good for more
No I never saw this coming

We lie awake
Haunt the halls on Benzedrine
A price we pay for past mistakes

Shaken songs and borrowed chords
Been forcing something out of nothing
Hate this worse than I did before
Your thoughts ever entered my bloodstream

We die in vain
Every night in the hallway
Our gold won't stay, yeah what a shame

Nathan, can I sleep on your floor?
You know I don't have any money
Take this, swear I'm good for more
No I never saw this coming



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Braddam
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