Honey (And Other Sweet Things) Songtext

Teenage Joans

von The Rot That Grows Inside My Chest

Honey (And Other Sweet Things) Songtext
Are you asleep?
Are you trying not to be?
Six feet deep
It's getting hard to breathe
You're not dressed in white
That sounds about right
Hold on, where's the fight?

You fell from the ceiling tryna help me grow and
I can tell you mean it 'cause you took the blow
Your blood tastes like honey
You know I think it's funny
'Cause you look like death
But you're a funeral I'd gladly attend

You can take what you want from me
But you're taking all the things I need
While you bury my lungs for free
You’re such a desperate kind of grief
I'll hold on to your scent

You fеll from the ceiling tryna help mе grow and
I can tell you mean it 'cause you took the blow
Your blood tastes like honey
You know I think it's funny
'Cause you look like death
But you're a funeral I'd gladly attend

I know you're heaven sent
But you look like death
I know you're heaven sent
But you look like death
I know you're heaven sent
But you look like death
I know you're heaven sent
But you look like death
Yeah you look like death

You fell from the ceiling tryna help me grow and
I can tell you mean it 'cause you took the blow
Your blood tastes like honey
You know I think it's funny
'Cause you look like death
Yeah you look like death
But you're a funeral I'd gladly attend
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