Honeybee, by Tom Witmark
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Please spare the sympathy, just wanted to be your honey, please/ And no I’m not the type to beg, but you’ve got me down on my knees/ If I’m a bit too high, it’s ‘cause bloodshot eyes match your hazel green/ Lay off all your problems, and we can stumble home from the bar at a quarter to 3 (It ain’t easy)
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
It’s just another day, so you’ll find me falling facedown on the floor/ Been runnin’ through your hallways, but just can’t seem to find where you keep the door/ If you’re so woke now, how come I still hear you when you snore/ My car’s pushing empty, but do you think we could drive for just a little bit more (Just a little more)
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Why you acting like we’re enemies, when you know that you are my only friend/ If we screw each other over, we can turn around to screw each other back in/ Holding hands at the finish line, pretending that this is far from the end/ Say, time moves in circles, while I’m trynna find out where I should begin (begin again)
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah