Let's talk about it Maybe this time will help Yeah let's drive about it Talk about something else Let's talk about it Maybe this time will help Yeah let's run without it Talk about nothing else Red room, your bedroom Haven't been here in years In bloom, it crept up These are my atypical tears Red room, your bedroom Haven't been here in years In bloom, it crept up These are my atypical tears Let's talk about it Maybe this time will help Yeah let's scream about it Scream about something else Let's walk around it Maybe distractions help Yeah let's listen without it Maybe music helps Red room, your bedroom Haven't been here in years In bloom, it crept up These are my atypical tears Red room, your bedroom Haven't been here in years In bloom, it crept up These are my atypical tears A hopeless bumblebee falls into my screen door It screams and it shakes but there's nothing to live for You try and you try and you try to let it through the cracks But it stings and it stings, and in time it won't last So I put this bumblebee inside of a jar And I tell myself each night if I think real hard That this bumblebee will come to life once again But it won't come back, not in dreams or within