Honey, I’m-

Soil and burnt wood
I hope it's for good
Pouring outward
I'm tuft and showered
Wait 'till I'm up
I'll fall
Then I can
From when I'm down
I'll crawl 'till I can't
Honey, I'm sick of
Wanting other ways
Honey, I'm fickle
Make my mind up that way
Evenings are familiar
I feel comfort when I'm with her
How I wish I wasn't lenient
I just tend to hold what's easiest
Honey, I'm sick of
Wanting other ways
Honey, I'm fickle
Make my mind up that way
Honey, I'm sick of
Wanting other ways
Honey, I'm fickle
Make my mind up that way
Honey, I'm sick of
Wanting other ways
Honey, I'm fickle
Make my mind up that way
Honey, I'm sick of
Wanting other ways
Honey, I'm fickle
Make my mind up that way