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