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