Your voice
Is the honey that's dripping
off
of
my
spoon
Onto my finger.
I go to taste it, but it's already been absorbed into my body
I feel it in my veins
My heartbeat isn't normal
I try to sleep
It's still riding an endless train
Passing through the tunnels of my dreams.
A restless night.
I woke up and it's following me.
Brazenly it follows al the way into the shower
I try to wash it away, but it saddles the soapsuds
Thought I got rid of it, but it pulled out of the drain
and fluttered around my head
Until I went to the kitchen and had some toast
(With Honey)
