Honey from Puzzle Pieces by Abby Carpenter

Her emerald green eyes set forest fires.
Her soft lips tell me to run for my life.
She says one thing but does another.
The touch of her hand keeps me up at night.

I treat her like a queen, but to her I’m a peasant, you see.

I know a girl and she’s sweet like honey.
Gives me chills when she speaks my name.
But her waters run deep and she thinks it’s funny
When I’m on the scoreboard of her twisted game.

Too much of a good thing turns it bad;
Death by chocolate sure ain’t a myth.
Yeah, I should’ve read that warning label
‘Cause her candied poison has me feeling sick.

I’ve seen her at the worst of times, but with her friends she can’t look in my eyes.

I know a girl and she’s sweet like honey.
Gives me chills when she speaks my name.
But her waters run deep and she thinks it’s funny
When I’m on the scoreboard of her twisted game.

I know a girl and she’s sweet like honey.
Gives me chills when she speaks my name.
But her waters run deep and she thinks it’s funny
When I’m on the scoreboard of her twisted game.

• Alternative
• Rock
• alternative rock
• art rock
• female singer songwriter
• indie
• indie rock
• opera rock
• progressive
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Ann Arbor