American Horror - Speedy Ortiz

Well it’s not what you think

But it is that thought which brought you into this web

Full of bees, found you in the glue and began their stinging

Who could have guessed you’d be out on a stretcher

After your home stretch?

All pocked and bruised

And they still you here at least 'til the fit’s through

They trust you just to your own feet

And keep you here for a whole week

Cause you’re acting strap-down crazy

They keep you here for a whole week

The state house is a trafficked spot

You kick your dirty feet upon

Then that web with all those bees

Got your poor legs sticky, oh what a bad scene

Who could’ve guessed

You’d be down for a spell, blood out on a new bed

Figured you’d know

I would put the kid in me and wouldn’t let him go

Trust me just to my own feet

And keep me up for a whole week

Baby I feel so crazy

You keep me up for a whole week