(1, 2, 3, 4)
I miss you like
American Honey
You taste so sweet
But there’s always something
Like a tragedy
That’s constantly coming
And it sticks to me
So I stick to nothing
What I wouldn’t give
For just one morning
Where I wake up and
My thoughts aren’t running
From the western world
That’s constantly calling
But I’m a westerner
Ain’t irony something
I’ll kill you with
American Honey
It tastes so sweet
But it burns in your stomach
It gives you everything
And leaves you cold
I’m dead inside
But you’ll never know
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