Both Sides - She Keeps Bees

Fill your moon in all 8 houses

You work the group round the room for it

Gave me the part so I fixate on it

Dismantle myself broke my life for it

Caught up in the broad conquest

Dissolved my being

Into a passing fancy

Aren’t you tired

Tired

Running the same damn line

With rocks tied to both sides

You bleed the need

Just a drain on me