Deadmellow - Honeysuckle Lyrics

And everyday I lay lie low,
I lack the wherewithal to follow through.
And every place I lay my mark,
I'm lacking pocketfuls of servitude.
So if it plays its painful part,
Then I can get behind and see the use.
But if your raised on plain white toast,
Then that's the last that I come back for you

All day I praise my favourite sun,
Falling into to place its strange to think you're not the only one.
I'll fade right into you,
Greed will make a mockery but it's not a rule.

I'll journey through unplanned,
And fake my stride and natural stroll.
All day I feel my pain, my Rage,
My joy, my grief, my soul.

And everyday I lay lie low,
I lack the wherewithal to follow through.
And every place I lay my mark,
I'm lacking pocketfuls of servitude.
So if it plays its painful part,
Then I can get behind and see the use.
But if your raised on plain white toast,
Then that's the last that I come back for you.

I'll journey through unplanned,
And fake my stride and natural stroll.
All day I feel my pain, my Rage,
My joy, My grief, my soul.