Sylvia (The Beekeeper)
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Soaked in the bathtub while I was pushing drugs with my dad
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Died with the lights off, I heard that doesn't hurt as much
We loved her like a good book (2x)
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Told lies in sweet pairs and brushed fire into her hair
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Lay in her soft bed as soothing sleep touched her forehead
Sylvia (La Apicultora)
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Empapada en la bañera mientras yo vendía drogas con mi papá
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Murió con las luces apagadas, escuché que no duele tanto
La amábamos como a un buen libro (2x)
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Decía mentiras en dulces pares y cepillaba fuego en su cabello
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Yacía en su suave cama mientras el sueño reconfortante tocaba su frente
Escrita por: Luke Pettipoole / The Envy Corps