Honey

Wheel of fortune spinning round I'm not ready to win More than I've got I try to give it away But it's sticking to me This love and this lot I try to melt away But I'm sticking to me With each sickening thought And I sink down and pray But it only feeds me Glutton for all If I give myself away Will I be free to complain? Will I be free to feel all of my shame? And the warmth of the sun on my face? And the warmth of the love I forsake? And the warmth of the love I forsake? And the warmth of the love I forsake? And the warmth of the love I forsake? And the warmth of the love I forsake? And the warmth of the love I forsake? And the warmth of the love I forsake? And the warmth of the love I forsake?