The bees

My blessed son, you...
You've got alot to learn
So i'm your best friend
You love me and
Well i'll tell you something
We're on the road to messy

Now the bees behind my head sing "beware"
But my bee stung tongue wants in there
Beware beware
Beware of me
If your heart is not on my side
You're not on my side anymore

I steal a piece of your diary
I don't think that looks loke me
Am i so cold now that i'm older?
I tell you stories
That doesn't mean you know me

Now that bees behind my eyes sing "beware"
But my bee stung tongue wants in there
You come at me with mouth open wide
And i, like a jerk, crawl inside
Beware beware
Beware of me
If your heart is not on my side
You're not on my side anymore