i don’t wanna let myself speak
there’s honey in my mouth
and i don’t want it to leak
i wanna let it drip on my lap
that sticky sticky sap
just let it fall onto my jeans
because i hate the taste of honey
but i have to keep it in
because no one else
knows about the honey behind my teeth
it’s all sin
my thoughts and my words
every time i start to talk
the words walk
on their own
i don’t even get to stop them
and before i know it
it’s overdone
and everyone is mad
so i’m just gonna sit here
and keep my mouth filled
with honey.