American Honey

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