Honey (And Other Sweet Things)

Are you asleep? Are you trying not to be? Six feet deep It's getting hard to breathe You're not dressed in white That sounds about right Hold on - where's the fight? You fell from the ceiling tryna help me grow and I can tell you mean it 'cause you took the blow Your blood tastes like honey You know I think it's funny 'Cause you look like death But you're a funeral I'd gladly attend You can take what you want from me But you're taking all the things I need While you bury my lungs for free You're such a desperate kind of grief I'll hold on to your scent You fell from the ceiling tryna help me grow and I can tell you mean it 'cause you took the blow Your blood tastes like honey You know I think it's funny 'Cause you look like death But you're a funeral I'd gladly attend I know you're heaven sent But you look like death I know you're heaven sent But you look like death I know you're heaven sent But you look like death I know you're heaven sent But you look like death Yeah you look like death You fell from the ceiling tryna help me grow and I can tell you mean it 'cause you took the blow Your blood tastes like honey You know I think it's funny 'Cause you look like death Yeah you look like death But you're a funeral I'd gladly attend