Sylvia (the Beekeeper) Lyrics

Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Soaked in the bathtub while I was pushing drugs with my
dad
Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Died with the lights off, I heard that doesn't hurt as
much

We loved her like a good book

Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Told lies in sweet pairs and brushed fire into her hair
Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Lay in her soft bed as soothing sleep touched her
forehead