Honey likes to keep it simple when she’s asked to comply she swings the screen door shut and pulls it tight saying who are you to tell me huh what you want me to do and why— my honey don’t comply
Honey ain’t sentimental naw she don’t even try her past is in the past just as she likes she ain’t the kind to sit around reminiscing glory days gone by—my honey don’t comply
Way past the point and lost around the bend missed the trailhead and zagged where you shoulda zigged I can see it there but it’s just too far if only this wasn’t where we are
Maybe we should say hello before too long no more sentimental letters sent read wrong it’s not good to let these kind of feelings gnaw if only this wasn’t where we are
