If you really wanted to, you could just break my heart
Feel the pieces crack and crumble
Feel the pieces crack and crumble
If you really wanted to, you could just snap my neck
Feel the pieces crack and crumble
Feel the pieces crack and crumble

As bees search for flowers
I search for you
No excuse, no excuse
As bees search for flowers
I search for you
No more, no more

If I really wanted to I could just call this off
But I’m addicted to the drama
I’m addicted to the drama
If I really wanted to I could just call this quits
But I’m addicted to the drama
I’m addicted to the drama

As bees search for flowers
I search for you
No excuse, no excuse
As bees search for flowers
I search for you
No more

It calls me out
Bury me at sea
Dressed in white
Buried to your knees
This white squall
Buries me at sea
Dressed in white
Dressed in white

If I really wanted to I could just call this off
But I’m addicted to the drama

"It’s really a simple song all around. The idea is that people get involved in relationships, or situations even, where they probably shouldn’t be. It might just be straight up unhealthy, or even overly complex. But somehow you get hooked into it, in this really strange swan song sort of way. The chorus is kind of me explaining this mindless bee-drone like mentality where you keep going back to someone even though you know they might just be terrible for you. Bees actually die most times because their wings wear out from the constant flying they do to find flowers. It’s an approximation, but I think it’s fitting." -Nik