Текст песни American Honey - Current Joys

One, two, three, four

I miss you like American honey
You taste so sweet
But there's always something
Like a tragedy
That's constantly coming
And it sticks to me
So I stick to nothing

What I would give
For just one morning
Where I wake up and
My thoughts aren't running
From the western world
That's constantly coming
But I'm a westerner
Ain't irony something

I'll kill you with American honey
It tastes so sweet
But it burns in your stomach
It gives you everything and leaves you cold
I'm dead inside
But you'll never know