Honey, you stand there
in judgement of us all.
You spin me, with your sweet talk
such a loving metaphor.
Then you chill me, with delusion,
as you march me through the door.

Honey, why such cruelty?
- because this is what you do.
You set the scene, for loving,
then tell me that we're through.
Honey, listen up now,
I've had it with you.

Honey, listen up now,
I've had my fill of you.

Repeat