Graveyard Honey

Yeah, you buzz in my head like a Sunday sin,

A little too sweet for the state I’m in.

You got sugar on your lips, dirt on your soul,

And I keep coming back to lose control.

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You shine like bourbon in a busted glass,

Burn slow, hit hard, and never last.

You taste like mercy laced with deceit,

And I drink you down ‘cause pain’s still sweet.

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You’re my graveyard honey, my midnight bite,

You kill me slow but you treat me right.

You’re the rot in the bloom, the ghost in the grin,

I’m six feet deep in your poison again.

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You move like fire through a sinner’s dream,

Talk like trouble, slick and mean.

I swore you off, but here I am,

Still on my knees saying “Goddamn.”

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You’re sugar and venom, wrapped in lace,

An angel’s body with a cold dead face.

And I don’t care if it’s killing me slow,

I’d rather die right here than let you go.

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You’re my graveyard honey, my midnight bite,

You kill me slow but you treat me right.

You’re the rot in the bloom, the ghost in the grin,

I keep crawling back to your graveyard sin.

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Yeah, I know it’s death I’m tasting,

But I crave the way you burn.

Graveyard honey, my salvation—

Some men never learn.