Lady died in her home weeks ago, real peaceful
Now she’s back on her own, simple, tired and brainless
Didn’t come overnight, it took years of practice
See a life from inside, it’s so dumb and tragic
Yeah, I guess I’m afraid
You don’t have to be easy
To make the honey come
Disease digs hard
And all things will come to an end
Lady sought me at night, spoke polite, looking healthy
Never gave good advice, sent her on the wrong way
Wouldn’t do it again, she’s better off tragic
Yeah, I guess I was wrong
You don’t have to be easy
To make the honey come
Disease digs hard
And all things will come to an end
Patience, strings are severed from your mother now
Purely better than what life allows
There’s no trace at all
Different, I never said you were the right one
I never said that this was any fun
There’s no sense at all
Yeah, I guess I was wrong
You don’t have to be easy
To make the honey come
Disease digs hard
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