Honey

Every lover you turn your back on
Turns up new in someone else's arms
I don't wanna see who I am in you now
Memories like long forgotten clothes
Turn up on strange and instantly you know
The distance between the loss, and the let go

What we are now and how you see
What you have, not what you need
Honey
Honey
Honey
Honey

Friday night trying to swap dreams
Conversations with pokie machines
You see yourself in the surface of everything
Some beekeeper with a hot-shot idea
Fed his bees on cut price candy cane
Coloured all the honey in this state red
Blood still stings with the taste of you
My 3am, fuck, what-am-I-doing-with-my-life thought

What we are now and how you see
What you have, not what you need
Honey
Honey
Honey
Honey