Of honey and glass
You know those kinds of
girls who look like
they're made
of honey and glass
like sticky sweet ash
and you can't get the
taste off your tongue
burnt sugar and little
bit of rum?
And she dances in the rain
with her clothes on,
drenched to the
bone and never knows
when she's all gone
but she's the life of the
party and deep down I
flinches when they take
off her clothes
and I wonder that it's
like to be one of those girls,
to sit in the sun
and look at the world
and never think
Wow. I'am enough?
Cause life easy when
you know that you're
the main character
and i'm sitting here thinking this is not fair but
her smile makes is hard to be mad
It's not her fault that i'm
so fucking sad.
So i'll sit here and look
at these girls in the sun
dancing in the rain and
having their fun
and maybe one day i can
forget the past
and be one of those girls
of honey and glass.