my thoughts

honey and glass

You know those kinds of girls who look like they're made of honey and glass

like sticky sweet ash

and you can't get the taste off your tongue?

burnt sugar and a little bit of rum?

and she dances in the rain with her clothes on

drenched to the bone and never knows when she's all gone

but she's the life of the party and deep down I know that nobody flinches when they take off her clothes

and I wonder what it's like to be one of those girls

to sit in the sun and look at the world and never think

"wow. Am I enough?"

cause life is easy when you know that you're the main character

and I'm sitting here thinking it's not fair but

her smile makes it so hard to be mad

it's not her fault that I'm so f*cking sad

so I'll sit her and look at these girls in the sun

dancing in the rain and having their fun

and maybe one day I can forget the past

and be one of those girls

of 

honey and glass