You're like a grapevine in the middle of the winter - 
you're just shut down
Maybe there is a little bit of life, but it's underground
Now I'm tending sticks
And I'm furious
Hoping that if I give enough of myself I'll get the juice 
out

Lunatic 
Like a lunatic
Expect a man like you to be an adult

You're like a beehive with a stick in the middle: 
agitated
Maybe there's some honey, but I wonder if it's worth it
Now I'm flailing arms in a buzzing storm
Hoping that if I give enough of myself I'll find the 
sweetness