Sweet new honey bee, trying to stinging a broken heart. There is poison in the river, with no curing sugar. Pretty flowers kept fallin' in and now they have no more love to give. So the bee's started stinging the heart.
The nectar is all gone and the sea is too watered down. Love is the river, its bitter and burns like arsenic. So she sipped it slow because its all she knows. So sweet little honey bee fly away, before you too drink the poisonous love and start to decay.