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 Turns up on strange And instantly you know The distance between The lost and the let go And what we are now And how you see When what you have Is not what you need 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 My blood still Stings with the taste of you My 3am Fuck, what –am-doing-with-my-life Thought And what we are now And how you see When what you have Is not what you need Honey