Lyrics

My blessed son, you... You've got a lot to learn So I'm your best friend You love me, and Well I'll tell you something: "we're on the road to messy." Now the bees behind my eyes sing "beware," But my bee-stung tongue wants in there Beware, beware, beware of me If your heart is not on my side If your heart is not on my side If your heart is not on my side You're not on my side anymore I steal a piece of your diary I don't think that looks like me Am I so cold, now that I'm older? I tell you stories That doesn't mean you know me Now the bees behind my eyes sing, "beware," But my bee-stung tongue wants in there So come at me with mouth open wide And i, like a jerk, I crawl inside Beware, beware, beware of me If your heart is not on my side If your heart is not on my side If your heart is not on my side, you're not on my side anymore