Honey Lips

I want to talk about the honey on your lips
Even though I might have imagined it
My heart's been tied up with a microphone
Can't tell apart all the lovers I've known
You remind that I have no credentials
That say I'm able to talk about your drinks

I have to apologize, I confuse your words for mine
When I'm all alone
You called me stupid when I told you to be careful
You're holding a glass - full of tea
You said it won't break, how silly of me
Yeah, how silly of me

"God it felt so good to be wanted"
You tried to teach me to let go
But writing down dramatic shit
Was always how I coped
And now you know how I've written you down

Yeah, you're still drinking tea from a wine glass
I guess I'm just not smart enough to understand
But I'm still singing songs that someday you might find
I was full of spit and vin-, and now I've let go of spite
And I'm sure you did have honey on your lips