Lyrics Honey-Grace - SANCHEZ*

Oh, my Honey-Grace, you're almost twenty-eight
Seems that Hollywood just gives you more than you can take
You're in love with the primetime
You hog the silver screen
How much more can you handle?
You've been slurring words on live TV

The limelight's yours 'till you're bold enough to give it up
The limelight's yours 'till you're bold enough to give it up

Honey-Grace, is it all worth it?
Does a shorter life make you feel like a profit?
Begging desperately to be taken to the stars
When you could have it all for as long as you want

Oh, my Honey-Grace, you've started running late
Seems that NYC just loves to pick a quicker pace
You're so close to the punchline
Every time you step on stage
How much more can you handle?
Stuttering when eyes aren't on the page

The limelight's yours 'till you're bold enough to give it up
But you're not the kind to waste the good time in your cup
The cherubs make your nose run
You're looking tired, looking numb
What have you become?
Baby's drowning in rum

Honey-Grace, is it all worth it?
Does a shorter life make you feel like a profit?
Begging desperately to be taken to the stars
When you could have it all for as long as you want
Honey-Grace, is it all worth it?
Does a shorter life make you feel like a profit?
Begging desperately to be taken to the stars
When you could have it all for as long as you want

Honey-Grace, is it all worth it?
Does a shorter life make you feel like a profit?
Honey-Grace, Honey-Grace
Honey-Grace, is it all worth it?
Does a shorter life make you feel like a profit?
Honey-Grace

Is it all worth it?