I hoped and you hoped and we hoped
That the bees would all live,
That we would plan a wedding,
That winter would not stay through spring.
We are still back there,
Hoping and hoping and hoping
Our way to this moment
When we wish our past selves
Had not been so hopeful.
What were they thinking?
What right did they have?
The bees are all dying,
Your heart's on the floor,
The roses have frozen black,
But I'm still here and you're still here and we're still here
Hoping and hoping and hoping our way to tomorrow.
