And she keeps calling you «darling»
probably as a joke she won’t admit
and it’s simple, it is not my honey
but I know I should think of music
play some weird chords , and appear to be sad
and it’s simple, it is not my honey
simple… but I know..
she’s unfinished but sweet, nothing needs to change
she’s unfinished but sweet, like a tiny rain
and it’s simple, it is not my honey
simple…