I’d like to live on side one of the hexagon

It seems right – feels small enough

It seems right – for non-climbers

And if the wood splinters that much

Where no amount of sanding will help

Then why keep picking it apart

Let it be a stick if it wants to be a stick

Let it be drift off into the long ocean

Yeah, I’d like to live on side one

The expanse would only be a fan

I know – that’s all it could ever be

Cause wildfires are wildfires

Are wildfires, are bees

Only know how to burn

Only know how to sting