Honey

There's nothing left to say, so why do I talk this way
to your back under my breath, silence is a form of death

So as long as I'm alive, I'll steal the honey from the hive
Lick my fingers, kiss the stinger, swollen lips for the tale-bringer

Oh sugar, that's not your name, you're still my sugar just the same
Melt in my mouth, on my tongue. I am the fool who loves getting stung

There are so many other roses to pollinate with your pretty poses
My little boy, you're a busy bee, just save a bit of the honey for me

There's nothing left to say, so why do I talk this way
to your back under my breath, silence is a form of death

So as long as I'm alive, I'll steal the honey from the hive
Lick my fingers, kiss the stinger, swollen lips for the tale-bringer