Let's talk about it
Maybe this time will help
Yeah let's drive about it
Talk about something else
Let's talk about it
Maybe this time will help
Yeah let's run without it
Talk about nothing else
Red room, your bedroom
Haven't been here in years
In bloom, it crept up
These are my atypical tears
Red room, your bedroom
Haven't been here in years
In bloom, it crept up
These are my atypical tears
Let's talk about it
Maybe this time will help
Yeah let's scream about it
Scream about something else
Let's walk around it
Maybe distractions help
Yeah let's listen without it
Maybe music helps
Red room, your bedroom
Haven't been here in years
In bloom, it crept up
These are my atypical tears
Red room, your bedroom
Haven't been here in years
In bloom, it crept up
These are my atypical tears
A hopeless bumblebee falls into my screen door
It screams and it shakes but there's nothing to live for
You try and you try and you try to let it through the cracks
But it stings and it stings, and in time it won't last
So I put this bumblebee inside of a jar
And I tell myself each night if I think real hard
That this bumblebee will come to life once again
But it won't come back, not in dreams or within