swallowing honey won't make the glass shards go down easier honey's still got a sting that sings when it meets open sores can't heal when honey drips from my lips sugar can't make sweet what needs to be blunt
I scooped out everything that hurts and shoved it behind the wall So now all I'm doing is bouncing these shallow thoughts off the wall and out the window no longer plagued by nostalgia perhaps I can feel the silence and revel in this emptiness