Walls are tired, of holding the same old ceilings nWords have found their way to stay in nAnd they don't let out feelings nnIt's written badly but verses say shes mad and creepy nAnd the rest of things we kind of know. nThey say there'll never be a girl like her again nWith her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees. nnAnd with her eyes that she uses to touch nEverything, everything she looks at. nnCups are tired of being filled with the same coffee. nThe floor cant stand that people stepping on won't even say sorry. nnThey say there'll never be a girl like her again nWith her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees. nnAnd with her eyes that she uses to touch nEverything, everything she looks at. nnDon't stay longer staring at her eyes