Drifting tired, just off the ground
Going to dig out that sweet sweet honey for the queen.
She shares a slither of the wealth
Just enough to get me doing the same tomorrow.
To dig out more sweet sweet honey for the same meagre reward.
Twelve hours of buzzkill,
Return to my rented shared hive
Unable to look my disappointed partner in the eyes.
The children buzz and scream
And scream and buzz
And I’m out the door,
Drifting tired, just off the ground.