I was a glass beach
and you finally found me
after all the waves crushed the ugly,
my shores were pretty
and that is all you see,
the pristine and carefree
not the broken bottles I arranged to make tea
not the silent days
I worked in agony
just so you would come back
to visit me
just for you to say
I like the honey, not the honeybee
well, i'm the honeybee
maybe it's from my greed
please tell me that the things i've done
make your heart beat
pick me up and send me off
to love the ones you seek
then pull me back and set me down
to crush my little wings
i'm the honeybee